I was born with no silver spoon, Or even a plate to call my own. Hardwork beckons on me to come soon. As I left my plate leaving my dog to feed on shrivelled bone. I was born with no silver spoon. But life continued serving penury on it grandiose plate. Yet I still strived from when Sun rose till when its sibling arrive; the moon. And my sweat, vast enough to fill a crate. I was born with no … Continue reading Without a Silver Spoon