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Silver Spoons

Silver spoons sit at evening diner tables Forks and knives acompany these lonesome Silver Spoons. No one orders soup, but instead a large steak, with mashed potatoes and gravy, with steamed vegetables. The fork and knife are put to good use, As the silver spoon sits there and watches, As grimy hands, man handle the knife and fork violently cutting away at the red meat. Silver Spoons smile, thanking they aren't used for steaks and mashed potatoes. But silver spoons meed to be used too. Waiting for one day, during lunch rush for someone to come in and sit and ask, "What is the special for soups today?" Silver spoons brighten their eyes and smile, but that time never comes. Just another guy ordering steaks, or a hamburger and fries. Poor silver spoons, not even used to stir their customer's coffee, they use knives, instead of silver spoons. Poor silver spoons, waiting for a beautiful woman to come in and order the soup.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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Date: 10/2/2013 6:30:00 PM
Chris, you are creative and unique. The silver spoons are lonely and want to be needed. Like everyone in the world, we all need a purpose. Oh, just FYI the second verse 3rd line check the spelling. Nice job
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Date: 9/8/2013 8:24:00 PM
:) Sweet analogy, Chris...You have such a way with words...Enjoyed this read.
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