Everything handed on a plate, <br />Blinded by the hand that feeds him. <br />A wise head on his shoulders, <br />Never afraid to say what’s on his mind. <br />A dreamer he is, <br />Falling from the sky, <br />Afraid to work for his dreams; <br />I’ve no crystal ball, <br />I’m sure he will crash, <br />If not woken from his delightful dream. <br />When the hand that feeds him drops the plate, <br />He’ll be left to pick the million pieces that remain.<br /><br />Joseph Tanner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-a-plate/
