Living next door to success, to one never outside the ken of Lady Fortune, he's bitten by the green-eyed monster
Friendly rivalry, spurring to emulation, transcending limitations, could have worked wonders, not eating his insides
A meaningless competition visible only on the material side, in trying to match new furnishings, structures, on the other side
His wife really didn't mind the race, for she got bedecked with jewels, when the neighbour's wife sparkled at a party
Then that chance occurence, the windfall gain for which he waited, a blow out of the blue for the pretentious neighbour
See, I told you, he gloated to his wife, to what use his bank deposits, stock holdings, when his daughter betrays him!
Why, what has she done, the wife asked, truly concerned, touching her pearls - for she liked the sprightly teenager
Run off with someone, a penniless scoundrel, no doubt, that's what she has done, he guffawed, and sent an SMS to dad!
Now, would our dear son ever do such a thing, god bless his heart, working so hard at at his New Bombay software firm
Can't wait to see him, but now we will soon enough, for he called and said he is coming on work, with a friend
Oh, he's here already, he will live to a hundred, his wife cried happily, and, yes, there's somone beside him in the Zen
Father, do forgive me, there was no other way, you would have never let me, the son said in a broken, frightened tone
And, then, putting his arm softly across his bride's shoulders, he brings her into view, a lovely girl, the neighbour
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