I go green with envy,

Whenever I think of

Everything you possess-

Beauty, fame, money,

Style, taste, poise-

I want them all;

There’s nothing

I wouldn’t do-

To trade places

With you.

I notice –

The gorgeous face,

But not the masked wrinkles,

I notice –

The plastered smile,

But not the concealed tears,

I notice-

All your suave ‘friends’

I notice-

Your expensive home

But not your impoverished heart,

I notice

Your singular freedom

But not your imprisoned mind;

Indeed if I did-

I wouldn’t so vehemently

Wish to be you.

(Picture taken at Tate Modern)

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