Both Sides Now
The grass is always greener…
At least that’s what we’re told.
But colors start to fade a bit
As we grow wise and old.
I spent years of climbing
Through walls of wood and wire.
Of looking for that greener grass
I never seemed to tire.
Perhaps I should have questioned
Those sayings from the heart.
Cause it’s too soon that we grow old,
And too late we grow smart.
At last I have discovered,
That old saying made no sense.
The grass is really greener,
On BOTH sides of the fence.
