Lemons
It
would be nice
to
live life without regrets,
but
I don’t know how to do that.
I’m
always sorry for the mistakes I’ve made,
the
multitudes of social blunders,
the
intentional sludge of apathy.
When
you grow your own lemons,
make
lemonade, right?
All
those little glitches in my life
make
for good poem and story ingredients.
Sometimes
the sweetest cakes
call
for a little lemon.
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