Lemons

A Sunday Sparklies Poem

When life gives you lemons
They say make your lemonade
Without ever even stopping
To ask if you’re ok

But bitter bites your tongue
And the seeds suck up your straw
The chunky pulp is gross
And the sour zings your jaw

So here’s another option:
You can shout and you can cry
You can stomp them on the ground
Asking, “Why, Universe, why?!”

You can skip the silver lining
You can wallow in the storm
You don’t have to make it right
You can let your anger form

But the funny thing ‘bout lemons
Once they crash into your day
Despite every mood and feeling
Lemonade’s made either way

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