My wife used to be a model,
 But then she grew to hate
 The profession as demeaning
 What it pretends to celebrate.

 And yet, she'll say in passing
 That it wasn't always bad; 
 That for paychecks and for travel
 She was really very glad --

 I know it's not simple, like
 Brief sunlight in bad weather:
 But many things in life consist
 Of good and bad

 Together