Thorns have Roses

Not each day in life's a harmony,
That we joyously sing melody;
Not each day in life's a melancholy,
That we bewail and bemourn the tragedy.

Without knowing what is distress,
How will you know pride and exultation?
Without knowing what is malice,
How will you know the worth of affection?

Enjoy each and every day as it elapses,
Be it a day of success or grievance;
Be optimistic praising thorns have roses,
Never whinge that roses have thorns.