365 Days · Poetry

139 – Lemons

Preparations being made for a night to not remember
The salty memory of a friend found in Hose Cuervo

Friends already heard toasting to the sheer anticipation
Of the headache quietly waiting, worse than imagination

Life handed out lemons, but not to go make lemonade
Instead they wait knowingly, for us to turn our own fates

 

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