Envy and jealousy,

 

Stepping stones to hate.

 

We ignore what we have,

 

We want what we donÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t.

 

 

 

The young wish to grow,

 

Yet the old wish youth.

 

Hard workers wish to retire,

 

The jobless wish for a job.

 

 

 

The grass isnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t always,

 

Greener on the other side.

 

We are under an illusion,

 

Simple trickery to our eyes.

 

 

 

DonÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t compare yourself,

 

To the rich and famous.

 

Instead, compare yourself,

 

To the poor and needy.

 

 

 

We are lucky to be humans,

 

Instead of a colony of ants.

 

We are lucky to be in the present,

 

Instead of in the past.

 

 

 

If we feel envy,

 

When we look at the rich,

 

We should feel lucky,

 

When we look at the poor.

 

 

 

Those who keep wishing,

 

And never stop to think.

 

They ignore what they have,

 

They want what they donÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t.

 

 

 

The grass isn't always greener on the other side.

Very cool, and an excellently weighted meaning. Not so much that we are bad people, simply that we don't have the correct priorites. I suppose this has particular significants to me though because of certain things that are happening which basically put me in a bad situation, one people shouldn't really be forced into, and yet I can't pity myself because there are people out there who are much worse off than I am...

 

Although your poem was more about how we should consider ourselves lucky, rather than other people to be unlucky. But as the proverb says:

 

Is it better to be lucky, or have a foe that is unlucky?

 

 

 

Half full...Half Empty.

don't much like it I'm afraid... well, to each his own.

Oh okay :(