When Life Gives You an Ice Cube


You and I have a glass of lemonade

It's called life

The part we share

As members of the same community

Same school

As friends

As good friends

As best friends

Sometimes we add sugar

Sometimes we squeeze more lemons

Outside influences all affect the sweet to sour ratio

We also have an ice cube

Yet, it's never been allowed to float

It can

It wants to

But out unsynchronized feelings for each other

Maybe our denial as well

They hold it down in the bottom

The only possible problem with this

Arises when the ice cube melts

Then what?