No Silver Spoon - Poem by G.R. Gaus
I see nothing wrong, and can't hold it against,
And I suppose, it could have happened to me,
But looking back now, I feel very fortunate,
That everything I own, wasn't given for free.
My father and mother, never had that much,
Actually struggled sometimes to squeak by,
Never really noticed, there's anything missing,
When you're poor, only so much you can buy.
I'm certain; it's made me a better person,
By working my way through this life,
I sit up at the table, to enjoy a meal,
Give thanks, for a hard working wife.
Now I watch my children, and appreciate,
Having raised them, much like my dad,
Never had much money, but we got by,
Many reasons, in many ways, to be glad.
The few I've met, never worked a day,
In some ways I pity their poor souls,
Happiness seems to have eluded them,
Free money, never bought any goals.
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