Hard is your lot, envy whispers each day Roses are strewn on the other's sweet way
Hard is your lot, envy whispers each day Roses are strewn on the other's sweet way Why should ou struggle when they do succeed Why should they prosper when you are in need
Bitterness grows as it spreads its dark roots All of the aspects of life feel its shoots Anger and discontent comes in their wake Your life is dismal, no more can you take
Soon faith is struggling within envy's grasp Hope has absconded – evaded your clasp Bitterness creeps in with soft stealthy tread Joy lies prostrated – she seems ot be dead.
~ Jenny Daniel
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