Covet

Want not what he has, what he has is his.

His children, his wife, their life to live.

Seek not what he sought, they’ve built a home.

Worked it up from the dust, so build your own.

Lust not for her smile, it’s hers to keep.

But work the ground, keep sowing now. You too, will reap.

Because what you see between those two

Was made for them, and here’s the truth;

If you had his wife, their kids, that place,

She wouldn’t smile at you the way

She greets that tired, corporate slave

Crawling home from work each day

And the lady might be smiling, her ring may  shine

But are you the one supplying her with monthly dye?

So she can feel pretty while she’s falling apart,

Tending to the rending of her failing heart.

But you wouldn’t know that, because she isn’t yours.

Though you watch her morning stretches on their sinking porch.

One leg up. Arm reaching back.

Tugging on her tennis shoe until she hears a *crack*.

Covet her from your window, but hear my warning clearly.

When you want somebody’s anything, you don’t want it really.

You want what you believe it to be, watching safely from your door.

And if you ever had it all, you’d be left wanting more.

Want not what he has, what he has is his.

His children, his wife, their life to live.

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