Between holding a hand and chaining a soul, And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning... And company doesn't mean security. 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 wide open With the grace of a 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 the 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...That you really are strong. And you really do have worth. And you learn and learn...With every goodbye you learn. by Veronica A.Shoffstall |
