When Life Gives Us Lemons,
Or So The Expression Goes,
We're To Somehow Compose Prose
To Transpose and Oppose Life's Throws and Woes...
But There's No Sweetness In These Throes.

Yet Friends Come Suddenly To Life's Defense,
"It's Okay That Your Friend Is Forever Hence!"
"Look At The Bright Side", and
"Don't Dwell In The Past Tense."
What?!? Now I Must Make Lemonade From This Nonsense?

And That's Supposed To Be Okay?
No Way.

For All The sugar In The World,
Can't Sweeten This Bitter Departing
Nor Unexpose My Heart
From The Sour Flavors Of This Life So Tart.

When Life Gives Us Lemons and Strife,
Cry, Rage, and Squeeze That Sour Parting
Right Into Life's Beady Little Eyes.
Sometimes There's No Sunny Side
To Life's Painful Goodbyes.

Pucker Up Friends, and Caress The Knife,
For Life Never Gave Us Lemons...
We Gave Lemons Life.