The shade of green the grass grows in might be different but
when I lived in the country traffic noise would wake me up,
and now, on auction day in town, the cattle bawl and fuss.
I guess the fence that lies between is not sound proof enough.
‘Dozen’ didn’t take much harm from metric-a-fi-cation,
‘half a dozen’ still gets used without much hesitation,
but whereas half a dozen city hours can be vexation
six hours in the country can be just like a vacation.
I think it should be possible to have and eat my cake,
‘cause adages aside, it’s not that hard a choice to make
of what to do and where to live and how to chose my fate
I only wish my creditors felt the same for Heaven’s sake.
Longing for your country hideaway, I take it? I concur, six hours in the city versus six hours in the country are entirely different animals. Hang in, it is almost the weekend.
One more sleep…