Envy

When 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

Author's Note

I think many times on the friends whose lives have effected my own.So many times I wonder why I had such a hard life. The truth is I had a good life and I am very blessed to have the family and friends that I call my own. Envy, jealousy and all that goes with it always leads to pain and misery. Be happy to be alive and well.And hope for this fleeting moment that you might be given the chance to share in another s fate and love.For what else can any of us hope for?

Reviews

[Kenneth The Poet]

Quite possibly your best poem, Tate. I love this one.

[Marie Harrison]

When I cherish the blessing that I have instead of looking at those of others,
I find myself happier. Sometimes that's easier said that done. Envy
tears us down in the end. Lovely poem. I really like the music too.

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

We once walked among the trees feeling life's true treasure. Once we were best friends, shall it end with the dousing of love's light? All was unknown and untasted but what helped us grow now is wasted. Shall our feelings turn into bitterness with a heart that's turned to stone? Everyday events joys and discontents leave us choosing if we ascend. One by one our choices pass away as selfishness sways the others favor.
True friends can weather all, time can heal the hurt and bitterness that is generally brought about by misunderstanding. Love conquers all. A beautiful piece my sweet friend.