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