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The Grass Is Greener

Poetry By: caaron
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We often complain or rue about our station in life or the experiences we have to go through and sometimes think it's unfair that we have to carry heavier burdens than other people we know. This poem attempts to explain the seeming unfairness and apparent injustice that takes place in our lives, and show that many (most?) others go through the same things we go through, only we aren't conscious or apprised of their trials and misfortunes.


Submitted:Nov 3, 2013    Reads: 24    Comments: 1    Likes: 2   


THE GRASS IS GREENER

He complained of the pain as he walked down the street

His shoes were too small, he had blisters & bruises

The next day in the park he saw a man without feet

And his life became precious, in spite of abuses

There's a man with a car and he takes it out daily

It has dents and some rust and small cracks in the block;

He says 'it's time for the junkyard'! Then he saw his friend Bailey

Out hitchin' a ride, he was tired of walkin'

A fence has two sides, your side and the other

The other seems greener while yours is so stark

If you open the blinds and look under the cover

You'll see flowers growing that were once in the dark

Before you complain about your station in life

Take a good look at others on the outside and in

While all may seem peaceful, beware of the strife

And the problems and trouble that they may be in

Be grateful for small things received every day

And know that all others are beset with hard times

If life seems a struggle while others are playin'

Remember that muscles are built from the climb

It's easy to judge when we don't know the story

We'll just scan the outside, not under the skin

The gems and the pearls that are found in the quarry

Aren't found on the surface, they're deep down within

When you want to give up, and your cross you can't carry

Take a break, then breathe deep and start looking around

Then you'll start to feel guilty-- 'cause you stroll the flat prairie

But many others get stuck in the sludge on the ground

We need to grateful…because there's always someone worse off than we are.

C. Aaron





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