Best Brotherjealousy Poems


Growth

My jealousy was crushing:
A friend had shouldered past,
And seized my prize by rushing
Past me, stealthy-fast.

But jealousy can rust you,
Corroding your inside;
I shrug it off and trust new
Friends, and quell my pride.
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