Mr Envy Poem by Mervyn Graham

Envy, that green-eyed monster, does he dwell,
In every shadowed corner, every lighted swell.
His fingers grasp at treasures not his own,
His heart aching for the seeds others have sown.

He covets the wealth of the man down the lane,
And yearns for the joy of the child's refrain.
He envies the talents, the wit, the grace,
And longs for a glimpse of another's embrace.

No joy can quench his insatiable thirst,
No riches fulfill his eternal curse.
For Envy's heart is a bottomless pit,
Forever longing, never to quit.

Yet amidst his consuming desire,
Lies a truth that's darker, deeper, dire.
For in his envy, he loses his own worth,
And drowns in a sea of discontent from birth.

Oh, Mr. Envy, what have you gained?
But bitterness and sorrow, forever chained.
Release your grip, let jealousy flee,
And find the joy in simply being free.

Mervyn Graham (cc 2024)