The Evil Of The Day Poem by Patti Masterman

Seems like the more I hate and revile jealousy
The more it comes looking for me;
However often they inspect my life,
Under a glass; they keep finding things
To covet- but honestly, looking as hard as I can,
I can see nothing worth all the fuss and back stabbing.
You can never see the entire life at one go.
Perhaps that rich, famous person has to spend
Twelve hours a day standing on his head- can you imagine
Trying to make ten or twenty people happy
Every single day of your life?
Perhaps that stay at home woman is dying slowly
Of loneliness and a sense of futility.
I'm glad I don't have to live anyone elses life,
Or deal with their particular bucket of worms.
My own are bad enough.
Looking around, I don't find anyone elses
That I would want to take on permanently anyway.
Isn't the evil of the day sufficient?