Born Not With the Silver Spoon

Born not with the silver spoon A tragic fact for the sprogs of the less Through gloom and doom, the smiles persist Amidst hunger and hardship, happiness insist Comfort, like the rain in desert Yet the heart is a palace of joy and beauty Born not with the silver spoon Inhaling the free air, almost a crime Not sharing the street with the fruits of the creams A law the sprogs live to defy Born not with the silver spoon Survival rests on the wooden spoon Hope lies in hopeless mess The sweat The toil and moil A saw for carving the golden spoon A beautyful gift awaiting the unborn love They shall be born again with the SILVER SPOON!