Green, the combination of yellow and blue

Green, the colour of inspiration and growth

Green, you indicate that things will bloom

But why my life is so full of doom

Though there is a love for every gardener with a green thumb

But i keep wondering where is that love of mine? 

Cos the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence

But the fence is so high of the ground

I tried to climb it to the top but it a pity i keep falling like a mango tree

So with a critical eyes i look at the fence 

Why do you have to be so difficult oh! I shout

I shake my fist and become so mad

Then i cross my arms and sit to pout

Never will i fail to give i said to myself

Never you judge a book by it cover 

Cos i put on a broadest smiles

But have pillows filled with tears

Oh! You see me as the bravest 

But am crippled by the fears

Though am filled with lonely people

But i never felt alone

Cos good things comes to those who wait, mama said

But why would God tempt me so much? 

Cos i just want to see that rich

That glowing green grass

Wow! It a pity 

Cos my own grass is black and dead

And the dirt underneath is showing

Every rose has a torn

Oh! The apple does not fall far from a tree

All this Grand ma kept saying

How long will i keep believing all this

For this are like a port hole of water

No sense in beating a horse to death

For the grass is always greener on the other side

They all said

They say it so soft to make a bread

With a soft smile on my face i raise my head

Cos in my head lies vision of the other grass

So i tried to jump the fence

But already at sunset 

Will i have to wait for the morning

I thought with a frown 

Then i gather my courage and ran like a mad hen at the tall of the fence 

Oh! I fell down and hit my head

The cut was so deep

Wow! Unstoppable blood start glushing out

But despite this i never care

I stand at the entrance of the fence

Could you just open and let me in? 

As all my lane became patchy and worn

Through each and every season

Oh! This brings wears and tears from my eyes Though they said, there are plenty fish in the sea

But now, i am dead as a doornail 

Cos if only walls could talk, my face was quite red

Then i look at the fence and ponder

If only i have given it a sprinkle of love and affection

Maybe it may not have worn with rejection 

So with a force i bush the entrance fence

Enter and watered my black dying grass

Then i laid back and watch the sky

For my old lawn to get tendered

And waiting for a new tomorrow

By Emmatobs

From: Nigeria

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