Poetry

The Most Sour of Days

Posted by shllyn on

Life tossed lemons from the clouds today

But I felt like dancing in the puddles anyway

Let the juices sting my cat scratched ankles

And my tongue stick straight out

To taste the bitterness of each drop

I hope to cherish the sweetest days of life

While graciously accepting the most sour as well

SWD 03/2018

Updated 06/2019

4 Comments Add yours

  1. MicheleMontserrat says:
    14.06.2018 at 09:54

    Well done, nary a word wasted. All experience brought up into the path – the sweet, the sour, the sadness, the joy.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. thereluctantpoet says:
    23.03.2019 at 19:25

    Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. 5amt3n says:
    22.06.2019 at 17:55

    Wow! Simply wow! Maureen C.

    Liked by 2 people

  4. Donna Gwinnell Lambo-Weidner says:
    18.07.2019 at 14:13

    I’ll say it too…wow!

    Liked by 1 person

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