Life is fair, or so they say,
It hands out lemons every day.
Regardless of our circumstance,
Life equally gives all a chance.
When life gives lemons, what’s the plan?
What do people do, my friend?
I did a little study here,
To see what truths I might upend.
Some made lemonade, of course—
A cliché, yes, but still on course.
Some gathered lemons in a pile,
To gift them later, with a smile.
Some clever folk baked lemon pies,
While others, bold, with sharper eyes,
Squeezed the lemons, full of zest,
Into the eyes of all the rest.
And then a wiser, quieter few,
Threw the fruit—they surely knew—
Some made hay in rain or shine,
Selling lemons for a dime.
Many used the juice with care,
Some the zest, to do and dare.
Some tried planting, to their surprise,
A strange quest met their curious eyes.
If you don’t believe me, take a look,
Just like a page from any book—
Though lemons come in endless streams,
Not one of them has seeds, it seems.