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There is wind where the rose was,
Cold rain where sweet grass was,
And clouds like sheep
Stream o'er the steep
Grey skies where the lark was.
Nought warm where your hand was,
Nought gold where your hair was,
But phantom, forlorn,
Beneath the thorn,
Your ghost where your face was.
Cold wind where your voice was,
Tears, tears where my heart was,
And ever with me,
Child, ever with me,
Silence where hope was.
November by Walter de la Mare
How much of your life are you going to spend waiting for things?
I thought that this was a very interesting comment on why some people want to live in developed countries. I'd never thought about it in this way.
But at risk of getting political, the British government is "doing a brilliant job at making the UK a place where nobody would ever want to live. While London remains the most prosperous city in Europe, nine out of the 10 poorest places in the EU are all in the UK." However, much more off-putting than the grinding poverty is the prevailing attitude of hatred and paranoia; the wave of sudden, strident xenophobia that seems to be prevalent there.
Yet people still want to come where they think the grass is greener. Is this the same where you live? Or do people look at countries like Britain with rose tinted spectacles? http://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2014/nov/30/britain-migrate-net-migration-david-cameron?CMP=EMCNEWEML6619I2