Silver Spoon
Silver spoon,
I was born with non
And I have to make one
Even if it cost my life
I will strive
And pay the price.
Watever they like
Let they say
In my heart, I still pray.
My unevent life
Frought with strife,
And now, all I seemed
To have achieved is life
Sweet life, I can't let go,
So good I have hope.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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