This picture of the lamb mascot from South Lodge Hotel and Spa in the South of England, a very fancy and luxurious place to stay, on top of a feather pillow seemed a fitting image for this whiny poem about mistreatment, voiced by a (fictional!) entitled member of the younger generation.
Long in the tooth means old, as in, ones gums have receded, exposing more tooth. Being born with a silver spoon in your mouth, of course, means being born to a life of privilege. How Life disappoints us, sometimes!
Stuck, with a silver spoon in my mouth.
Stuck, with a silver spoon.
Going North, when I wanted South.
Living on Earth, not the Moon.
Looking a gifthorse in the mouth,
Finding it long in the tooth,
Wondering, what this is all about,
If not about making me swoon
And bowling me over with happiness,
Following wins with success.
Shouldn’t I feel more fulfilled, right now?
Craving escape from this mess,
This muddy-puddled and rutted road,
So ordinary and cruel.
Don’t they know I deserve much more?
Don’t they know all I have in store?
They should be serving me breakfast in bed,
Instead of this thankless gruel.
Copyright 2023 Andrea LeDew
For an essay about the relief of finding good friends in a time of trial, read One is SIlver. For an nostalgic ode to a recent generation, read Space Babies.
Travelogue England April-May 2023: Great Dixter
Get over yourself, kid.
Haha. Living in a world, where the previously unspoken hopes and ambitions of the young are now plainly displayed for all to see is interesting and a little jarring. I think that law, that few get anywhere without hard work, still tends to apply.
I think you’re right about the law of hard work.