I Don't Understand Your Lemons

Life is complicated they said to my youth
And to me it seemed so far from truth
Given that I could live my life without even hardly trying.
I was implying that it was all a lie.
I so ignorantly denied.
Breath by breath I started to observantly realize.
I don't even know how life feels about
the guise of lemons.
By far you want a cherry car,
not one compared to that abysmal sour wedge.
Please pledge that you'll show life no strife
when it hands down those yellow devils
Simply add some sugar water to ade it safely onto level.
Well, Life, I like lemons.
And now I'm no confused rookie.
Still confused,no longer new
from life a cookie given...
I'm adding lemons!
Its falsely sweet beneath your feet.
I want some power from the fruit that puckers.
And lollipop candy treat,
scurvy free not obsolete
I call the lemon sucker!!!!!
To quench my southern thirst when life's
summer sun beats down on me
is nothing shy, I do reply,
Of a glass of more than basic Tea.
“Got any lemons sweetheart?”
They were right with their insight
how life complicates day and night
with something simple, a sailor healer,
revealer of dimples on baby's chubby cheek.
So blatantly bleak some things in life
that leaves humanity sad.
I really think I always knew
exactly what I had.
The truth beyond philosophy, to me, that is.
Beware!
I stand so gladly and declare!
Lemons are not bad.