Silver Spoon Poem by Juan Olivarez
Silver Spoon
Silver spoon, or no food on the spoon,
Well to do, or merciless goon?
Noon day sun, or midnight gloom,
What spells success, or imminent doom?
We are all the same, yet, not the same,
Black and white, what's in a name?
Born to live, or born to die,
Why do some laugh, while others cry?
If, in his image, we all are made,
Why do some prosper, whlie others fade?
Why are some chained, while some are free,
Does he smile at you, and frown at me?
amazing isn't it, it rains on the just and the unjust alike; and none of us can truly with pure wisdom say nor understand why. good words here, good thinking, the kind of stuff we should always ponder, we may not get the answers, but if it takes us deeper into life, well, that just has to be good. great poem, thanks for sharing your marvelous mind with us...
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5/10/2024 4:09:18 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Ups and downs exist naturally between person to person, country to country.