When the life turns sour,
Like a fully reaped flower,
Forage of butterfly hits soar,
Only mockery makes them roar.
When the life turns sour,
Flurry of laughter marks each hour.
Wide open mouths turn zips,
Ripple of joy cease from lips.
When the life turns sour,
Words of mouth earn no power.
Friends leave without no pie,
None’s ready to share the somber tie.
When your life turns sour,
Don’t quit and grace will shower,
Be not the slave of any sore,
Life’ll correct itself to the fore.
@brainleadz