Too blessed
to fall for
the envy bait
of doom and gloom.
I see
what you have
but it’s not
meant for me.
Your blessings
are packaged
just for you.
Just like mine.
"free-verse" poetry from the soul
Too blessed
to fall for
the envy bait
of doom and gloom.
I see
what you have
but it’s not
meant for me.
Your blessings
are packaged
just for you.
Just like mine.