Silver Spoons

June 01, 2008 Silver Spoons The disruption and the dismay left my will fray. Corrupted and disillusioned are the eyes that see. Bottled up and distilled are the souls sitting to be. I’m just stunned they were all left being that way Duck, duck goose I’ll tap their heads as they pray. One, two and three I will count every drop of tea. Lucky for all them I’m a gift that has been set free. Maybe I’ll serve them silver spoons on a new tray. Tempted and defeated they slobbered at the mouth. Disgusting and ridiculous I accepted their true fate. Undeserving and unworthy it makes me head South. I tell you it is a true fine line between love and hate. They power and feed off of one to another. To be or not be I'll ask a Heavenly Mother. © Copyright: Ann Rich 2008