Lemons And Peaches

• Myvanwy Moushall, Grade 12
• Poetry
• 2011

When handed lemon squeezed,
one always presumes sour,
When given peaches glazed,
one always pertains to sweet,

However, blinded vision passes judgement with haste,
See's only the budding spring rose and not the wavering wilting flower,
For the yellow citrus is delightfully sweet,
And the soft fleshed peach rotten beyond disbelief.