THOUGHTS OF A POET IN THE RAIN

THEY SERVED UP LEMONS AT MY REQUEST

Copyright 2012 Gordon Kuhn

Poet in the Rain Productions

They served up lemons at my request

And I did my very, very best

To not frown or allow my face to revolt

As the juice ran down my throat

They sliced and diced and laid them out

For me to see and expected me to breakout

With my eyes squinting in error of my ways

But not I, I held the glass to the light to raise

And drank it down in a gulp

Even swallowed the bitter pulp.

They served up lemons at my request

And they did their very, very best

To freak me out and make me sad

But my soul was hardened and amour clad

They served up lemons at my request

And they did their very, very best

And as they went their ways dismissed

They never saw the tears they missed.