Soppy Sunday

Greener Grass

On the other side, the grass is greener;

A fertile vibrant style life

Natural, wholesome,

Partner, children;

How lucky a mother, a wife.

Always there,

Loved and needed, never lonely.

A life share

In fear dispelling unity

Means little stress;

Self sorting yes?

No hassle to it,

Oh to just do it.

No question – the other side is greener.

On the other side, the grass is greener;

A vibrant, fertile existence,

Carefree spirit,

Adventure merit

How lucky single, independence.

Going somewhere,

Free and easy, never tied.

A life dare

With self assuring pride

Means little stress;

Self sorting yes?

No hassle to it,

Oh to just do it.

No question – the other side is greener.

A Boomerang Package

I want it now,

In an instant,

On a plate.

I want a cushy little home

With my ideal family

And Mr Right by my side.

However, he must have the intelligence

To vaporise when required.

As must they all.

I want success at my fingertips;

A castaway and pickupable career

In an instant;

All neat a tidy and compact.

I want a boomerang package

That I can throw away

But come back to in the knowledge

That it will all be there

Where I left it,

Whilst I did… other things.

I want them all to be independent of me,

But not quite complete without me.

I do not wish to be a kite,

Held on to by a string;

Rather a homing pigeon;

Where on my return

They are waiting.

First published in the 1990s