SWEET TALK WAS SOUR IN MY HOUSE
The lemonade I drink is sour,
reminds me of my childhood,
the sugar was not spilled before my feet,
while I was conquering the barren land of life -
on which I was walking,
mom and dad say the sweet life is expensive,
but we always had sugar in the kitchen vitrine,
I guess for guests, what do I know.
Come to think of it, this lemonade is full of sugar.
Copyright © Helena Plahcinski | Year Posted 2023
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