Jealousy of Circumstance
I may have, and you have not
But that choice was never mine.
While covet holds for what I’m not
With what I haven’t, I’ll be fine.
I was born, as who I am
Never born to grow as king
To be born as man, or as ma’am
Neither context I can bring
Raised within a circumstance
A condition unlike yours
No want towards another’s chance
No envy for their flaws.
Those cards you face I’ve never dealt
But I’d gladly have some in my fate
The course in which our tea leaves spelt
I couldn’t write upon your slate.
Congratulations for your life
Don’t condemn me on my own
I’d want your luck, but know there’s strife.
Only some are born with thrones.
* Just clearing the head
Copyright © Mark Woods | Year Posted 2016
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