when life hands me lemons,
i make lemonade.
then i clean house,
like i'm getting paid.
scrub the counters
do the floors
clean my issues
out the back door
wash the dishes
scrub the walls
sooner or later
the answer will call
when i'm in the midst of
having a panic attack
i scrub the toilet
to get my mind back.
next comes the beds
i straight each sheet.
i know that this problem
is one i can beat.
then to finish the task
i pull out the broom
sweep this way and that
a solution is coming soon.
vacuum the house
with a smile cheek to cheek
the answer is now mine
because i was humble and meek.
so when life hands you lemons,
make lemonade.
your problems aren't forever...
so sip slowly in the shade.
©Butteryevil 2012
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