The grass is greener over there,
Can’t you smell that clean fresh air,
I’ll jump that fence without a care,
For the grass is greener over there.
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Is there such a thing as a poet without a gypsy heart and soul and a wandering eye that always wonders what is on the other side. Our imiginations always take us 'where no man has gone before! ! ' The only problem is being able to get back where we started from. Sometimes we get lost! ! Scarlett
I like this poem a lot...can identify with your feelings. Particularly like the last stanza. Well done!
Life looks better sometimes S.G., I always prefer nomadic themes and I too like to jump over that fence............teenage is the best period of life.I like this poem very much.