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No matter how good things look on the other side of the fence we all have a cross to bear and nothing worthwhile comes without hard work. You have to take care of what you have if you want it to grow and get better. Everything takes a certain amount of work.                                    A good job takes work. Hard work. A nice home needs up keep to stay that way. A good marriage does not just happen. You have to cultivate it. Work at it. Children need direction. You don't have to TEACH a child to be bad. You have to teach him to be GOOD. We learn the difference between right and wrong from our parents.

The Other Man's Grass

The other man's grass always seems greener.
Seems the sun shines much brighter for him.
His house is much better, his clothes are much finer,
No wonder he struts and he grins.

He has a good job, he drives a fine car,
His wife is a raving beauty.
His children are smart, well mannered, behaved,
Even his dog is a cutie.

His life seems so pleasant, a river of pleasure.
He never has cause for concern.
My life however is a constant struggle.
All that I have was hard earned.

My house is a shack, my grass is just weeds,
My wife is a nagging shrew.
My children are stupid, ill mannered indubit,
My dog is a mongrel too.

I sit here and sulk and look over the fence,
And envy the likes of him.
His wife brings him a cooling drink,
As he mows and rakes and tends.

He's always so busy, he makes me dizzy.
Where does he get it all.
Whatever he touches turns to gold.
It's all at his beck and call.

He seems so happy with all that he has,
And works hard to keep it that way.
I would be too if I had his luck;
But I don't so what can I say.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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Leffanta Avatar
March 24, 2021 at 11:47 AM
Another well-composed poem; well done! Aloha! Rico
Y. Avatar
March 24, 2021 at 10:04 AM
Hi Judy, I agree your well-written poem. On the looking in, that grass looks so green, but up close it could brown with many weeds. I enjoyed the read:-) Alexis
Ball Avatar
March 24, 2021 at 1:31 PM
thanks bunches Alexis.\ God Bless, JB
Rodrigues Avatar
March 24, 2021 at 7:08 AM
True, if we begin to compare ourselves. But our comparison is to a holy God and none of us, not one, measures up, so we give God our lives and let Him work on us day by day. He loves who each of us is, what WE can be. Enjoyed the right.
Ball Avatar
March 24, 2021 at 1:28 PM
Right you are Kim. Thanks bunches. God Bless, JB
Hankins Avatar
March 23, 2021 at 7:10 PM
Do you remember the country song "Beyond Closed Doors?" I thought of it while I was reading your poem. Nothing is ever quite as wonderful as it seems. Pessimistic? Perhaps. Realistic? Always. I liked your poem very much, Judy.
Ball Avatar
March 23, 2021 at 8:19 PM
Thanks bunches my friend. My point exactly. Plus nothing just happens you have to work at it. God Bless, JB
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