I have met some people
Who are full of bile
Dissatisfaction is their middle name
They are the jealous ones.
'Why does he strut so
Is he better than me
What does he have that I don't
Who does he think he is? '
If you have met these kind of people
Then you are old enough on earth
They are all around us
And they make me sigh.
For goodness sake
If he seems better than you
Pray to God to improve you
But leave the poor guy alone!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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