A Year of Poems – Day 184

You cannot sift the poison from the juice
The bitter cup remains bonded with the sweet
It runneth over with a heavenly grace
And yet we season it to fit our taste.
We cannot help but add our special sauce
What can we do but sit and drink
But lo I look and someone took my glass
And slipped me something clear and bright and pink.

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