I want to share another poem from my archive, written as a youth It’s all about life, and I assure you, it’s not necessarily every body’s truth. Remember that to each his or her own, as one man’s heaven is a next man’s hell Envy not a man’s success, because you never know the things he gave up or even sell. I have seen the wicked growing old and flourishing like a big green bay tree While the righteous dying young and perishing and losing their liberty.