Spoon

Some folks brag as long as there’s a moon
Over and over that they were born with a silver spoon
That they have everything, fame, friends, a career
Some folks claim that their knowledge is their life, that they are practically a seer

I guess I have reason to be jealous
I have no dough, or insight into the future, or a throng of comrades, and thus,
It seems that I have nothing at all, really
I’ve caused the loss of everything that I hold dear, I’m foolish and silly

I was born with a golden spoon instead
To earn it, I washed my hands that bled
But like I said, I have nothing, right?
Well, not quite…

Because all the diamonds and riches in the earth
Have no worth
My spoon is made of gold
For I have found the love of my life, and together, we’ll grow old