What, Me, Jealous! ? Poem by Denis Martindale

I recently wanted to console someone,
who was suffering from jealousy...

Hi, I recently read the poem called Desiderata
which says there will always be those who are
better than yourself. Maybe they go to the
same school and have a natural gift, or have
learnt a new skill quickly, or maybe their brain
works in a totally different way, or they are
stronger, because of their regular exercises...
Whatever their gifts or strengths, they may
inspire others and be greatly loved, or they
become so vain that they are hated instead...

They may not even know we exist, but if
approached, who knows? They may actually
mentor us, provide tricks and tips, get us
motivated beyond ourselves. That's usually
how the US Army and the British Army
gets the raw recruits into shape, till they
form a cohesive unit, one to be proud of.

When I find more fluent-writing poets,
I can gain from each of these writers,
when I find great painters, their work
proves longterm dedication to their art.

Jealousy, to me, is more one of a somewhat
romantic nature, you must know what I mean,
when dating and some other smooth-talking,
fast-walking, flash-dressing guy appears,
just waltzes in, nicks my bird and there she is,
all smiles while he's whisking her off her...

Erm, where was I?