I remember when
The problems were
The cakes and candies
One minute they are here
The other minute
                              They
                                          Are
                                                   Gone
                            W
                         E
                     R
But then I  G
So did my problems
I was then told
Change is good

But my problems turned sour
With bitter crusts and tangy insides
They are
                    Harder
                                   To
                                            Devour 

I tried squeezing it into a glass
But
The glass
                Shattered
                                Like crystals

I tried slicing it
But the consequences
Shot me in the eye with a BANG

I tried a million ways
But I still
Finished
At the beginning

My mom always said
When life gives you lemons
You make lemonade
So I did

My problems changed
Bitter crusts  M
                      E
                         L
                           T
                             E
                               D
Into sweet summer sips
From tangy insides to sugary-crusted Sundays
Now my problems are like how I remembered them
Sweet.