Flip-sides

For every morning sunrise
There is an evening sunset
For every fond memory
There are ones we also forget

Everything that goes up
Must always come back down
To realise something is lost
And then to have it found

To once be broken pieces
Scattered, messy and askew
A decision to rebuild again
To be not just whole, but new

To know what is happiness
We must also meet with sorrow
For without the flip-side of today
There would never be tomorrow