Both Sides Of The Fence Poem by C Richard Miles

Is it green that I’ve seen on your side of the fence?
Down my way, it is grey on my side of the street.
At a loss, I will cross to learn, to my expense
That I find, in my mind, that your life’s not so sweet.

Now I view it is blue on your side of the fence.
Now I know, as you go, that things for you were hard.
I am sad it was bad, now I’ve seen the evidence
That for you, it is true, life has dealt a losing card.

So I’ll sit, for a bit, on your side of the fence
And we’ll chat over that awful trouble you have met.
Sad to tell, it is well I have had experience
So that I, by and by, can comfort your upset.

But it’s clear, you appear, now you’ve conquered your setback,
To have brought your support for my problems thick and dense.
Help me to battle through all the hazards on my track
And I’ll go, sure and slow, to my side of the fence.

Hand in hand, we can stand confident, my faithful friend.
Now I know, it is so, then there is no difference
And I must, only just, keep on fighting to the end.
I will track the way back to my side of the fence.

After all, I recall, as we empathise and laugh,
I have found, that your ground, to rise to your defence,
Is as flat as is that which I tread along my path
So I’ll stay, all the way, on my side of the fence.

Yes, we’ll go, here below, on our sides of the fence.
We are fine, all the time, on the green side of the fence.
We will find we won’t mind the mean side of the fence.
It is good that we should, on both sides of the fence.