Envy

I envy,
Though not of
the way they move so
gracefully and
serence
while ours are so
clumsy and
discomposed.
I envy,
Though not of
their compliments to each other. They are
silent and in
perfect understanding
while ours are
squabbles and
struggles.
I envy,
Though not of
their thoughts, always
perfect and in
unison
while ours are always
lacking and in
disarray.
I envy
That they were once us but
No longer.

December 19, 2007, Writing 12
(The assignment was to write a poem in the style of our favourite poem. At the time, mine was Envy by Yevgeny Yevtushenko.)