The Opposite Way

Why must everything be the opposite way?
Why must we have sadness and not always be gay?
Why must we cry when we can so easily smile?
Can't we have things as we want them,even for a little while?

Why must we lose the ones we love best?
Is it just to prove we can stand the test?
Why must we wait until we're old and gray,
To see the fun we missed in our day?

So let us smile when we feel blue,
Laugh when we have nothing else to do.
Life is so short it seems to me,
Why can't we live more happily?

Why must we have tears mixed with gladness,
When it's tears that also denote sadness?
Why must we strive day after day,
When everything comes just the opposite way?