Make lemonade 




Life handed her lemons, oh so sour,

But she mixed them up with a power.

Sugar and spice, a dash of flower,

Her elixir of life grew more and more profound.


Number one, she aimed so high,

With a grin that could light up the sky.

Her ambition was her lullaby,

Her heart beating to the rhythm of the crowd's sigh.


Oh, dear diary, she whispered her tales,

Of a love so sweet, it made her quail.

He came to her like a gentle gale,

And filled her life with joy that never pales.


But love, it see

ems, has a fickle hand,

It twists and turns, like desert sand.

And so it went, their love so grand,

Slipped through the cracks, like grains of time's command.


2/12/2023 for a Prompt for February 13th 2023


Again the dubious wisdom of Inspirobot. Jules Terry. 

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