Bitter Taste

Marianna

A honey glaze of bitter sadness

In rose glasses the bitters sweet

We all yearn for the delicate sweetness but

A honey bee’s job is hard.

So bitter it is and bitter it goes,

When the flowers don’t bloom and the smiles don’t show

But when the wind hits you like a bitter blade,

You’ll think about how hard your job,

How hard your job to treat the lilies, to treat the roses, the asters and the snapdragons too

You’re a bee with a job who’s bitter is sweet,

Who’s love for flowers is exploited too

And when a hand sways you with its bitter cold skin,

To protect is to die and to not is death too

So bitter the options, no sweet freedom yet

Your pain is so bitter but your sweet honey blesses me well.