Dec 2017
Life throws,
a filthy shade,
a crate of lemons,
a mess unmade.
Life makes,
a sailor great,
lemonade,
a near parade.
All at once,
Once and for all,
No things remain
The same
—The sane.
a filthy shade,
a crate of lemons,
a mess unmade.
Life makes,
a sailor great,
lemonade,
a near parade.
All at once,
Once and for all,
No things remain
The same
—The sane.
here’s to the mess we made of ourselves this year. since all the best people lose a bit of sanity for felicity.
