The False God

The poem is basically describes how jealousy poisons us.

Who am I?
Well I am the dime one picks up

I am the sources of your luck

See I am the king

Who blesses you with a ring

I am the god of power

but yet I cant help but to be sour

Bitterness will be the death of me

but never mind that ,today is my finest hour

Today I am a spring flower

but tomorrow I will be caught in  a shower

The truth is I am losing all of my power

but never mind that for today is my finest hour

For I am the God of power

Author's Note

I would love any reviews/advice good or bad.