The Thief of Joy

The Thief of Joy

By Ben Smith

The saying is that comparison is the thief of joy

But how can I not compare

The natural instinct is to find in others what I don't have to spare

I see all the better things in them

And all the worse in me

It hard to not compare myself you see

Maybe one day it will be easier

To see what is good in me

And let go of the things I can’t be

Until then what is there left to do?

Just sit and wait

Or can I break this unfortunate fate?