A Random Poem

Some days I am happy,
Some days I am sad.
Though I know not why this is,
I am glad.
For a constantly happy,
Life would lead,
With nothing to compare to,
It would be boring indeed.
Yet a life full of sadness,
Without a doubt,
Would be extremely dreary,
With all that gloom about.
So it seems I am satisfied,
With the good and the bad,
And so I will live joyfully,
With happiness and the sad.