Some babes born, blessed with innate silver spoons
are not given the nous they need to stir,
born naive, like gay helium balloons,
great unawareness, gratitude a blur.
Some though, bereft of silverware survive,
achieve potential, as was God's intent,
greatness, mainly rewarding those with drive,
and so it goes, success in lives well spent.
Some others thrive on what they label 'luck',
have blessings plenty, inexplicable.
Greatness because they did the long straw pluck?
Thrust and parry...passe, despicable!
Upon this newborn child, may courage bless...
Them who may hamper him, to show largesse.
Quote: William Shakespeare
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