Black and White

yesterday’s sorrows take on a lighter shade of blue 

as today’s flowers bloom into joy

 there lies an odd pleasure 

in recalling expired agony 

they say count your blessings

 but we subtract the tears 

plain ol’ satisfaction bows down 

to gain that is the loss of a pain 

the sun has its brightest glory 

at rise and set for good reason 

for when it wipes the darkness

 is the only time we notice the light