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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
EXACTALLY i couldnt of said it better myself even if i triedd.