G.R. Gaus (April 11 1950 / St. Louis)
The Grass is Never Greener
Standing on one side, wishing for the other,
How beautiful the view,
Looking on something, that shouldn’t exist,
Such an easy thing to do.
Never enough liquid to fill ones cup,
Once he’s had the taste,
No satisfaction in having the most,
A game of greedy waste.
Just one more acre, over the hill,
Complete with flowing stream,
Maybe one more off to the west,
This life is false with dream.
Stumbled and fell along the way,
Losing sight of the true vision,
Happiness can never be found,
In a moment of wrong decision.
Having enough to survive this day,
A gift to hold and cherish,
Tomorrow may bring the end,
Compassion before we perish.
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