Teenage Nomad

Poem By Scarborough Gypsy

The grass is greener over there,
Can’t you smell that clean fresh air,
I’ll jump that fence without a care,
For the grass is greener over there.

There’s more love behind that door,
Ever lasting love I’m sure,
I think that’s what I’m searching for,
The love that lies behind that door.

Life looks better where you stand,
Pull me over, take my hand,
No, this isn’t what I’d planned,
Life’s no better where you stand.

Comments about Teenage Nomad

Life looks better sometimes S.G., I always prefer nomadic themes and I too like to jump over that fence............teenage is the best period of life.I like this poem very much.
Is there such a thing as a poet without a gypsy heart and soul and a wandering eye that always wonders what is on the other side. Our imiginations always take us 'where no man has gone before! ! ' The only problem is being able to get back where we started from. Sometimes we get lost! ! Scarlett
I like this poem a lot...can identify with your feelings. Particularly like the last stanza. Well done!


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