Get Off The Grass

  

 

Everyone is looking around

For the best green fields of life

Don’t want no hard grounds

Too much toil for the hands

 

Everyone has their own field

Yours may not be as green

It may not look as fresh

But still it is your field

 

Don’t reject your own

By actions you do not take

Do not leave it untended

While admiring other’s harvest

 

Don’t waste your buried seeds

When they’re still within your grounds

Although your field looks ragged

It holds your future harvest

 

Your breakthrough is in your field

A field yet to be tended and dressed

Your harvest will be yours to keep

If you take the time to dress your field.

 

Watch over it with care

Water those buried seeds

Don’t let the thorns grow wild

Don’t let the walls break in

 

Standing, looking longingly

At other’s well manicured lawns

Attempting to find a way in

To what is not really yours

To reap where others have sowed

Is a display of wanton foolishness

 

Even you must surely know

The harvest of that field

In whole belongs to its owner

And If by chance he shares

Even if she is so giving

It will never amount to your own one

 

So hear it loud and very clear

As I shout these words of wisdom

To jolt you back to reality

Get off that green grass now!

It looks good but it’s not yours

Your own fields are still unkempt

Go spend sometime over there

 

Be wise, don’t misuse your drive

Getting busy on other fields

Looking for those greener pastures

While yours still overgrows its bounds

Where thorns and nettles abound unaided

A tangled untouched messy mess

One you are afraid to start to tackle

 

Get off that green grass right now!

It will simply lull you to sleep

Satisfied with a meagre wage

Which for now is more than enough

It will wreck you for your future

 

First get your own harvest

Then you can name your price

Others will willingly pay with their time

To stand with you on your green grass

To share in your harvest  if you will

Just get of that grass, Go till your own

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2 comments

  1. Hi,
    Thank you for these very encouraging words of wisdom that you have wrapped in the body of a poem. I am tilling my own field waiting on a harvest. Sometimes it seems as if the fields of others are much better than my own, but I know it is with my own field and grass that I will find happiness. So, thanks for the encouragement. I will keep on toiling in my field until my harvest comes in.
    Ciao,
    Patricia

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