(We’ve all been there or seen it in action.)
The lonely man watches
As the crowded man plays
With parents, wife, and child
He envies the connections
That he lacks within his life
He wanders off alone
With time he wants to share
The crowded man watches
As the lonely man relaxes
With no one to invade his space
He envies the quiet solitude
That he can never find at home
He is dragged away by them
With no time to call his own
Legends of Windemere 
Powerful and true!
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Thanks.
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Reminds me of the song: The grass is always greener in the other fellow’s yard…
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Never heard that one. Not surprised it exists though.
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Here’s the rest of it:
Oh the grass is always greener
In the other fellow’s yard.
Little rows, we have to hoe
Oh boy, that’s hard.
Now if we all could wear green glasses
Then it wouldn’t be so hard
To see how green the grass is
In our own back yard.
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A great paradox, Charles. Well said.
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Thanks. 😁
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