I envy the cup of coffee;
It touches your lips
It gives you warmth
Every cold morning.
I envy the cozy blanket;
It hugs your body
It gives you comfort
Every lonely evening.
I envy the soft pillow;
It sees your first smile
It sees your last tears
Every day and night.
But I envy you the most
Cause you envy nothing.
You don't think of me
And all these little things.