People envy many
things
houses, lots
diamond rings.
Fancy clothes
takes their eye.
They sit, let
time go by.
Possession position,
earthly fame
Just to have a
well-known name.
These are nice I
agree
important things
aren't bought,
they're given free.
like people laughing,
people walking
sometimes holding
hands and talking.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Envy is like a cancer for the soul. This poem should show that to any thoughtful, caring person. Poetry is just concentrated prose and this you prove in your writing. I love it.