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!
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