When life gives you lemons, Breathe Because there is only so much you can get out of lemonade. Take your time measuring The sugar To balance out The sour taste that Lingers Until after. And if you make a mistake, If it seams the sour still screams, Remember that it Exists For you to Anticipate Every next sweet sip. There will be unwanted pulp. Don't drain it out. And there will be spills, So many spills Until all sweet And all sour have run out. But wait. Because life always has more lemons To throw right your way.
An old poem I like to revisit to remind me how my life sort of works. Written as one humongous chunk of a metaphor, as usual.