When life feeds you lemons,
will you be strong enough to turn it into something sweeter?
What if the lemons are too sour,
would you still stand up, and sprinkle sugar over everything?
But most of all, if life feeds your friend lemons,
and they can't turn it into lemonade themselves,
would you share your lemonade with them?
(This poem really isn't about lemons, lemonade or sugar
Its about when life strikes you down, and the strength you need in order to stand back up, and turn the situation into something better, and giving your support and care to the ones around you, if they're having problems getting back up)