The Grass is Always Redder

February 15, 2024

I’m a wide-eyed color blind owl

Sitting on his corner post

His head spinning round and round

Trying to see which of these pastures looks greener.

Or redder.

I’m a man panning for gold in the river.

Sifting through dirt and pebbles

And fool’s gold

So much fool’s gold.

You’re a flake of gold in the pan.

I’ve been known to throw gold back in

Because I’m waiting on a diamond.

Guys like me are a dime a dozen.

To you I’m an arcade machine.

With a fistful of spare change

You can play me anytime you want.

But I could smash open my piggy bank,

Trade in all my baby teeth,

And I still couldn’t afford to play your game.

You’re a diamond in the rough in the pan.

I confess your grass looks bright red

I bet it’s greener too.

But it’s always redder on the other side.

I throw diamonds in the river.

And fill my pockets with pebbles.

And my piggy bank gets fat on nickels and dimes.

And I stay on my fence post.

And I never go anywhere.

And I never get lost.

Posted by:

Rowan

I am a man of words, and preferably those words left unspoken

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