Better Yet Poem by Gary Diamond

There's an old saying which we each know by heart.
'The grass is always greener on the other side.'
So it goes.

It's a quiant emcapsulation of the underlying human attitude.
The desire for strife
The desire to fight for more
Even when there appears little reason to do so.

The new solution or method always looks the best.
But it is often revealed didn't improve a thing.
Sure it's faster, and it looks better.
But by streamlining
It lost all of the character
All of the flavour.

We like to think about changing places.
A new job in a new town.
Marrying into a wealthy family.
It looks preferable to the mess we're starring in now.

Even when your life seems perfect, flawless.
There's still something stuck in the ointment.
Something gnawing at you, opening a chasm
In that turbulant little soul of yours.

Better yet to do this or that, you think.
Better yet to keep my head in the fluffy white storm-free clouds.
Better yet to struggle on through than try to make a change.
Better yet to watch it fall through and then have to change.

I prefer to remember that although the field I'm standing in isn't perfect.
It's grass is patchy and flawed from the kids playing sports.
It has character, like the wizened face of an old gnome.
The plush new field with not a hair out of place
Will have to wait twenty years to get this way.