Jealousy

I look at the little boy 

running around naked in the rain

And I think why can't I ?

I look at the old wrinkled

face that cracks into a smile

And I think why can't I ?

I look at the mother brimming

with love for her child

And I think why can't I ?

And he tells me,

of the stifled laughter

and dammed tears:

Of quivering hands

that were never spread

and frozen lips, pursed and dead.

I look back and wail:

Trembling, ahead I glance

And forget Where I am !

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