After a while you learn
the subtle difference between
holding a hand and chaining a soul
and you learn
that love doesn't mean leaning
and company doesn't always mean security
and you begin to learn
that kisses aren't contracts
and presents aren't promises
and you begin to accept your defeats
with your head up and your eyes ahead
with the grace of woman, not the grief of a child
and you learn
to build all your roads on today
because tomorrow's ground is
too uncertain for plans
and futures have a way of falling down
in mid-flight
after a while you learn
that even sunshine burns
if you get too much
so you plant your own garden
and decorate your own soul
instead of waiting for someone
to bring you flowers
and you learn that you really can endure
you really are strong
you really do have worth
and you learn
and you learn
with every goodbye, you learn...
© 1971 Veronica A. Shoffstall
Comments (5)
M2A
Sweet words.
brother_meed
... Amidst the dragons Amongst the fires All the Whiles: The sentry stands/waits... b.
auntietk
they will the winding road will wind again (it always does) bringing dirt new growth fresh promise i wait with you for those dirt days
hipps13
hmmm as I read your words I tend to want to read again thoughts in me eyes do wonder sometimes sweet smile to you warm hug, Linda
beachzz
new day new promise