The drawer is old
And out of sight
And in the cold
Is shut up tight
A wooden spoon
Its handle white
But all too soon
The comes a hand
To grab the spoon
From where it stands
What now is planned?
And in a flash
The spoon is drowned
In tater mash
And swirled around
And pounded hard
And crushed right down
So scratched and scarred
It never stops
Its life is marred
In pans and pots
And always hot!
And from that view
The spoon placed
In boiling stew
Upon its face
The scolding sauce
Will leave its trace
So hard the course
The spoon does take
So many chores
It twists and shakes
And almost breaks
But then one day
The spoon's not there
'Twas put away
You know not where
And grabbing claws
Just grab at air
An empty store
There's naught to take
The spoon's no more!
How can you make
A lovely cake?
Too late, too slow!
You're in a spot
You didn't know
Just what you'd got
Now it's not there
You've lost the lot
No love was shared
A spoon? A friend?
Make sure you care
And in the end
Be kind to them!
