Lemons

by kuylerquijas

Sometimes life hands me lemons
and I let them rot.
Not because I’m selfish,
but because I don’t know what I’ve got.
I just sit and spectate
while the bruises will surely form.
I watch all that I could not appreciate
go to hell with the worms.
If I can’t accept that which is given to me,
How can I expect to reach what I think I need?

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