To The Outside Guy Poem by RIC BASTASA

from here
we have the intentions
of telling you about ourselves
you do not see us
in this place

there is no winter here
we have never felt ice
there is no autumn
we never see the sadness of the
leaves falling
we either have rain
or shine

it is only them
who tells us that this is our
paradise lost

we wish for something else
on sad faces
as said the far pastures are
always greener

i've been to places
and this i tell them
this is where i belong
this is here where home is
where there is no winter
neither autumn
but just rain or shine

you are wrong
we have no regrets
neither are we
envious about
skis and
snow balls