Whack-a-Mole

Life’s a giant Whack-a-Mole,
For problems always pop
Just when you foolishly believe
You’ve made it to the top.

You never really get there;
If you whack that tsurris* down,
Before too long, that foolish smile
Will morph into a frown.

Enjoy the ups while they are there
But don’t let down your guard,
For those who think they’ve won the game
Will always fall real hard.

Don’t you let them take your hammer;
Keep on whacking every mole.
Still, you really must remember -
Winning’s out of your control.

*problems, troubles