With Sweet comes Sour

Robert Frost wrote a poem. Nothing gold can stay. Well in my case, Nothing Sweet can stay.

You see me,

Sitting there,

Acting,

Like the world is the sweetest candy.

Nobody sees,

How sour,

The world can get.

Nobody sees,

How many balls,

Made from fire,

I juggle.

I struggle,

To deal,

With the sour.

I struggle,

To find,

The sweet.

I struggle,

To see,

That there,

Is more sweet,

Than sour,

In a world,

Coated,

In sour.

Reviews

[Robby]

A strong lamentation and a tad presumptive.Agree about the punctuation.

[John the Baptist]

The brevity and spareness of this one give the feeling of it an understated but powerful impact. It may have more commas than necessary, however.