Water your lawn that it might grow, come to life as if tending ones soul.
Pay no attention to the neighboring blades of grass, the green doesn’t always last.
Some days wilted and pale, “Help!” I hear the neighboring grass yell.
I ignore it as many times before, I beg of you to tend your lawn more.
Add a bit of sun and a little water, tend it as if it were a daughter.
The neighboring grass is quite a sight, yet being there does not feel right.
Tend your own pastures, lawns and gardens, tell you neighbor 1,000 pardons.
I’m sorry if often I stray, God keep me on your path I pray.
The neighboring blades of grass entice with the afternoon sun staring back at me, I am wise to its tricks you see.
In your own yard take a little pride, the grass is not always greener on the other side.
Jill L. Ware
Our Roses Were Yellow 
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