Saturday, September 11, 2010

In My Mouth

I have something in my mouth.;
A spoon,
Made from copper it is
Because silver is gone.
Gold was offered,
But got snatched up.
I was given platinum,
It got stolen,
Not 'cos of lack of care;
Cos of too much care.

I know of someone who was born with a silver spoon in her mouth, yet she is the most burdened person I know. She has been brought up to feel guilty about the fact that she has so much and others have less. Hers is a case of sorrow in the midst of abundance. She is her own worst critic in the act of self-denial.

8 comments:

Daixy said...

Sad, but known to happen. Hopefully she's going to put what she was given to good use helping others. Best way to get rid of that "guilt". Not to the extent of harming herself of course....ain't no way she can help others if she becomes helpless herself.

Tetekai said...

Yes, she helps a lot but she takes crap from people by over-compensating.

Daixy said...

hmm....well here's hoping she toughens up her spine soon and tells em what's what :)

seye said...

OH my gosh! Give me your friend's address!!!!!!!! By the time I am done with her spoon...

Tetekai said...

@seye: :) Lol.

Nana Yaw Asiedu said...

Strong 'siege' poem. Is the persona getting help?

Tetekai said...

@Nana Yaw: She does not see a problem.

Nana Yaw Asiedu said...

Well then, lovely, blissful, Utopian poem.