Depends what you want, I suppose,
Doesn’t it,
Kids with a conscience
Or count,
Counting the pennies,
Own fortune,
Or cognisant of those
Doing without.
Depends where your
Bread has been buttered,
If jam was an option or not,
If pieces fae windaes was favoured
As three square or four with the drop.
Depends on so many factors,
Depends on memory, I guess,
Depends on whether
You’re fortuned
And want for others no less.
Depends on trying and failing,
On seeing failure as lessons well learned,
Depends on hope, love and sharing,
So dependent on how your butter was churned.
Marvellously metaporic, not to mention true. Certainly one to make you ponder ‘what if..?’
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Thanks, Chris. I hate when people ‘forget their auld erse’. Worse perhaps, I think, than to the manor born not knowing any better.
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Great expression! And I agree!
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