Envy Poem by honey bear 1035774

Envy



Green as grass
Rich as gold
Something i do not want to hold
I have it
People want it
Do you really know what it might be?
Like a scary monster chasing prey
Envy grows with old age
You want it but you cant have it
Easy come, easy go
Envy.

A deadly sin.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Hannah Miller 31 March 2009

EXACTALLY i couldnt of said it better myself even if i triedd.

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