Friday, November 11, 2011

Spoon

As some walk on a guided path
Others simply slip and tumble
Though fight as they may
Nothing breaks the fall

At times the free fall slows
Only but to give way
Another cliff
Another crack
Another false floor disguising the abyss

While some are born destined to soar
Others are aborted to struggle
Left to sift through the remnants
Of the crumbs fallen from a silver spoon

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