Life —
keeps kicking me around,
pushing me down,
handling me pickles on a silver plate,
telling me:
“You’re always too late!”
But I can wait,
‘cuz like rubber
I just bounce back up,
filling this cup
drop by drop
till it’s all filled up.
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It’s Quadrille Monday over at dVerse. (A Quadrille is a poem of 44 words – not including the title.) De is hosting today and she asked us to use the word bounce.
little learner 
Jan 16, 2018 @ 00:42:07
It’s the ability to “bounce back up” that matters! Well said.
Jan 16, 2018 @ 05:35:41
😊 Thank you.
Jan 16, 2018 @ 02:58:58
I like the phrase “pickles on a silver plate”.
Jan 16, 2018 @ 05:36:21
Thanks, Frank. 😊
Jan 16, 2018 @ 03:21:01
This made me smile. We all need to hear that we can bounce back even when things look bleak. Nicely done.
Jan 16, 2018 @ 05:37:13
Thank you. 😊 Not always easy.
Jan 16, 2018 @ 04:02:32
Yessss. That’s it, just exactly. We have that ability, the resilience, in us. Always. Joy is a choice.
LOVE this:
handling me pickles on a silver plate,
Jan 16, 2018 @ 05:39:30
Thanks for the prompt, De. While your 2018 word is “bounce” (I love it!), mine is “stand.”
Jan 16, 2018 @ 11:03:49
This is wonderfully uplifting ☺️ Yes we all have it in ourselves to bounce back from despair and difficult situations ❤️
Jan 16, 2018 @ 17:44:33
😊 Thanks!
Jan 16, 2018 @ 19:43:22
You said “pickle,” and all I can think is “yummy.” I drink the juice straight out of the jar, so as far as I’m concerned, you’re livin’ large. 😉
Jan 16, 2018 @ 19:53:50
Oh my goodness! 😊 I love pickles, but the juice! 😳😊
Jan 16, 2018 @ 22:05:06
Exactly why we need to be bouncy… it’s about survival actually
Jan 17, 2018 @ 05:26:03
Indeed. 😊