when life gives you lemons

make lemonade

sell it for profit

so you can make money

to buy food and save

over and over and over

all this energy put into an end of life holiday

where your bones will creak

as you sit

and knit

alone

why overcompensate the time

you could be spending

enjoying life

only to enjoy life less?

when it ‘matters’

when does it truly matter?

is it when the time comes

to sit alone in that

retirement home

with other who share

the wish

that they had lived

a fulfilling life?

where they were gifted lemons

made lemonade

and simply drank it?