Envy

There he is getting out his Aston Martin, shrouded in his Dolce and Gabbana suit, Not a hair out of place, his Nose supporting Gucci sun Glasses, his designer stubble accentuating the perfect teeth and demeaning smile, Slowly walking around the pristine body work of the car in his highly polished Versace shoes, opens the passenger door looking around as his super model girlfriend gracefully alights as he examines her for any imperfections, then arm in arm they stroll down the street and enters the wine bar, ready for a night out, after which they go for a meal at the French restaurant, then to a members only night club, why is life so unfair? why should he be so privileged? how did he get things so right and I got it so wrong? why do I have make do ? When he doesn't even have to try, I feel so let down so disadvantaged,