This was written after Jerry Garcia died. I am not and never have been a Greatful Dead fan, but all those "Dead-heads" just looked so sad and lost. Their entire world had been destroyed, and I had to write about it.
This poem is actually about two of the things I hate the most; (and always seem to have too little or too much of in my life) money, and jealousy. Too often both "Little Green Monster"'s seem to consume major areas of my life, and mess everything up in the process!
someday, may, you will have new thoughts that the whole world can see. and then everyone will see the talent that no one knew you had. good luck, keep writing! love you much, hope you like this one!