Without a silver spoon
Without a silver spoon
I wasn't born with a silver spoon
I didn't know what it looked like
It didn't bother me
I loved the plastic spoon
It was all my parents could offer me
Without a silver spoon
My parents offered me love
With the plastic spoon
I was forged in contentment
I was raised in love
Without a silver spoon
I was taught to be a dreamer
Even with my plastic spoon
For without dreams
Men are not made
Without a silver spoon
I was taught to fly high
Though all I had was a plastic spoon
For lack of a silver spoon
Was not lack of wings
Without a silver spoon
I was taught to run
Even with my plastic spoon
Not competing with men
But running my own race
Without a silver spoon,
I was taught that Godliness
With contentment is great gain
Not a death sentence
And with time my plastic would become a golden spoon.
Without a silver spoon.

Great poem dear, keep it up.