EnvyA Poem by Tate MorganWhen once we walked among the trees equals in every measure Both felt the blowing of the breeze that bespoke of life’s true treasureWhen once we walked among the trees equals in every measure Both felt the blowing of the breeze that bespoke of life’s true treasure
We were once best friends together whose futures seemed boundless and bright Shall that friendship part forever with the dousing of our loves light
All was unknown, unseen, untasted emotions we had yet to show Now what's left are feelings wasted the things that helped to make us grow
Shall they turn into bitterness to cover failings of our own Then douse down those whom others bless from a heart that has turned to stone
Through common things and days events for each moment there comes an end With our lives joys and discontents we choose whether we will ascend
One by one choices pass away grasping those that we most savor Oh may we not selfishly sway to envy those, others favor Tate © 2019 Tate MorganAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorTate MorganMarion , OHAboutAvailable from Amazon XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX I am a product of the Midwest. Raised on the plain states of North America. I was nurtured on a .. more..Writing
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