This I have never understood

Poetry

This I have never understood:

We crop down trees but chop up wood;

We draw down wrath, we draw up wills,

We run down foes, we run up bills;

We eat food up, we down a drink,

Which is a little strange, I think.

We turn down offers, turn up noses.

Just one last thought and then this closes:

We should remember, we poor clowns,

That life is full of ups and downs.