Trying to maintain my sanity, Feelings in a flowing discontent, Did I miss anything of humanity? All the pain and tears my heart over the year has spent, All those things I did good and the evils I want to repent, Looking straight ahead I see; The beautiful garden over there, Harboring echoes of thoughts wishing it was mine, Green and lovely flowers grown with such loving care, A pleasant thought running under the sweet sunshine. Secretly wishing and wanting I was over there! A patch of dirt, here on earth, nothing but ugly dried and rough brown, With the weight of life in my hand, where I stand, on this desolate ground, Misty clouds overhead, Wishful dreams that magically in my mind softly glide, Wishing my problems in life where dead, The grass is greener on the other side. Spending all my life to please, Winds that carry my life to others, No winds blow back to me, The garden of my life I sow, I also by Gods law must reap, Often letting others tend the garden and letting them my garden grow, Maturing thoughts planted in young fresh seeds, Often I want to go there to that other garden and hide, Then the venom and poison placed in the soil from life and others as weeds, Attacks the young thoughts as the grass is greener on the other side. As soon as I plant the flowers in, People come and want to ruin my garden I plant, The awful insects appear within, Negative and complaining about this or that as they rant, After awhile I begin to believe their chant. As soon as the flowers bloom, They come in and spell of doom, Wanting sunshine and a little rain, Nature comes in with cloudy skies and winters of pain. Angels of the sun, love, and the light, Shine also on where I stand, Its my garden I must care watch and grow, glorious day and often a many bitter night, All gardens must be tended, Others either hinder or help me grow, Not not all damage and pain can be repaired and mended, Life will not always be as I want it to go, Reflections often seem to blur, Its right here in my garden I plant and reside, Time of my flowers and grass grow strong, Its right here where stand and make it, the grass is not greener on the other side. Albert Alexander Bukoski.(c)
Posted on: Mon, 29 Dec 2014 00:34:13 +0000
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