Its All In the Mix
When the game of life,
throws that,
lemony curve ball;
you have no choice
but to stop and make…
lemonade.
Everyone’s been there,
at some point.
No degree or miracle
will cure all ills;
it takes a clever and hopeful outlook;
to stir the sour liquid.
A little time spent in
exploration and positive thought;
will produce a much,
sweeter drink.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.