Jared Chimezie
@jaredchimezie
1 year ago
#poetry
The Contrasting Spoons"
The way appears so silky
To those with silver spoons,
Yet the view for wooden spooners
Is hard and rocky like a dune.
When winds blow through their thatch
The cries from hearts, pain-filled and true,
Their struggle on the streets is matched
By their lack of fortune, through and through.
Then rain falls, and the brick house smiles
Their joyous hearts seem to light up the way,
But if only we could bridge the miles
And chase away the struggles of the day.
If blessed with golden spoons so bright,
I'd become a friend to those in thatch.
Their faces would beam with delight,
And joy in their hearts would match.
But I'm weighed down in sore agony
I lack the strength to run and reach
For those in need, in dire scarcity
Their cries for love and help beseech.
