12 February 2013
Everyone in life is born with a spoon. Some are shiny and precious, Others rusty with doom. Some are made of silver, Which more than often the "best". The gold ones are reserved, For the royals and their guests. But most spoons are simple, Made of common steel. Some appear to be fancy... Others, they're just real. Then there are the unlucky ones, Dull with rust and gloom, Those are tortured souls, Whose's lives are filled with doom.
Me, I'm just steel... Perhaps just a little rusty on an edge. I have silver friends, And to the gold I have to pledge. But my family can be rusty, And on one side fancy steel. Unfortunately I'm both... And it feeds me a sour meal.
©Odd 12/02/13
Spoons. • Opuss № I