trying to decide,

If the grass is really greener

on the other side.

On the side that I was living

a patch of weeds did grow.

The side that I longed for

someone else had come to mow.

The weeds were constantly taking

what the grass needed to nourish.

The grass on the other side,

consistent in its flourish.

There was history on my side.

Years of nurturing every blade.

The other side had bright beginnings.

But not without its share of shade.

So I sat there and I pondered.

Till I fell off on my ass.

I landed on the greener side.

It wasn’t really grass!

Its brightness uniform,

Its height always mowed so neat.

It sure was pretty to look at

but I wouldn’t walk it with bare feet.

The texture was too rough,

so plastic in its feel.

Astro turf laid for appearance sake.

None of it was real.

Its beauty on the surface

but when I pulled a corner back.

Underneath there was a coldness.

The insides were asphalt black.

I hopped back on the fence

gaining a new splinter.

Is it greener on the other side?

It will be in the winter!

Would that be what I wanted?

A false life without weeds?

Where there is no renewal of growth

where I planted all the seeds.

The Astro turf self sustaining.

What would it need me for?

I would lose the value in myself

and my desire to do more.

So I will keep the side I’m living.

Work on removing all the weeds.

By watering the grass around me

and planting greener seeds.