Treasure Island

Charlie F. Kane

(14/1/1989 / Solihull, Birmingham)

The Grass Was Greener…


The grass was greener
When I was younger.
Or, at least it was greener
In my mind.
In my memory of a
Long, forgotten childhood
Lots of things are different,
I remember the long, endless
Summer of eternal sunshine.
I remember the winters to
Be full of snow,
In which I would run and play,
Hoping that Santa might
Come this year.

Why isn’t the grass
As green as it was in my mind?
Why aren’t the summers
As long and so full of sunshine
And joy? Now, they are
Full of summer rain.
Why aren’t the winters as
Fun in the snow? Now,
I only feel blizzards blowing
Me away, and making the buses
Late for college again.

It gives no hope for the future
If the grass was greener
In my mind.

© Charlie F. Kane

29/03/06

Submitted: Wednesday, March 29, 2006

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