A day of joy and pain

A day of joy and pain
A day of sunshine and rain
What is one to someone
Will be the other to another
A life is lived on the earth
With portions of bliss and misery
Which combine into a peaceful oblivion
That passes into the desert

A man is made of not but dust
And to dust, return he must
that is what all may trust
That whatever has been born
Will come to an end in death
Such is the way of the world