I came across a piece of looseleaf paper with this scribbled on it. I put it in my poetry folder but not before deciding I wanted to post it on here. What do you think?
Envy! That disease which eats out woman's tender heart,
Making her desire what God to others doth impart,
Helping her forget all her blessings be they many or more,
Blinding her to venues of serving and opportunity's door,
Until at long last she's reduced to nothing but complaints and discontent,
Unless by God's grace she see her error, and repent.