Silver Spoons

I walk past windows where silver spoons sit
in the mouth of those who don't recognize that spoon's worth
Those who find money as a cheap waste
They can always print more
What a life it would be to live - One of a silver spoon
Where only the best in society
held you gently, completely negligible
Your worth lost in their importance
Almost like a person who comes from the streets
Never given a second glance by those who eat regularly
No value is given to one like me
I'm the same as a spoon - my price far above rubies
But outwardly I'm cheap
Silver spoons have it lucky
They live in warm cupboards,
They are touched once a day at least
And it isn't for a beating
If I could choose the life I was born into
It would be a silver spoon
It'd be worth being dropped occasionally
to have someone notice my value, even if it is a comparison
But I was born a person
And I am lost in the system
I will never touch a silver spoon
I will never get off the streets

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