Don’t envy the rich
Who strut on the rope of comfort,
Nor the beggars who survived the famine days and slept in seeming peace;
For even the sun has to stop shining to give way for the sky to drop it’s tears.
Don’t envy the comedians
who cracked laughs out even from the manager’s stiff heart,
Nor the models who posed with canned smiles and appetizing curves;
For they too saw lightless days.
Don’t envy the big man in his huge noisy car,
Who displayed his wife like a Barbie
Nor the wife who shopped as if she owned the malls
For they too owned thorny beds and rocky pillows.
Don’t envy the dead
Who lie in peace and seemed forgotten
Nor the living who wasted their health and threw away time;
For Mother Earth never forgets her own.
Look for flowers everywhere;
The Dandelion pretends to die in Winter
But shows her fangs in the first day of Springs.
Wait for your day, and never let your heart be bitten by envy…