To A Classmate Of Mine Who Thinks She Is A Failure Poem by RIC BASTASA

i must admit that when
i see the picture of your two kids

you beside your husband
on a hug

i feel something empty inside myself
despite what

with myself posing beside my
new villa and
flashy car (the recent model)

i feel just like you
this inability to appreciate what lies

in our hands
these eyes that do not see

what we have become
always lesser than 'them'

we have been fruitless
above the trees.