Colin F. Jones

MIXED UP

You deprive me not of what I do not have,
That yet you think I secretly possess
While you count up my possessions I do laugh,
For a waste of time can’t ever bring success.
Jealousy often falsifies the eye
That sees false images in a clouded scene
On which the foolish heart will then rely,
Seeing all colours as the colour green.
Why do you guard that which no guarding needs,
With demeaning spite which reveals only doubt?
‘Tis that your doctrine, superior power greeds,
Lest what it proclaims is a light that might go out.
For he who believes one group knows all the right,
Is either blind or very short of sight.