I offer the same here, as a poem that contains much truth and is as applicable today as it was for me back then. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.
Comes the Dawn
After a while you learn the subtle differenceBetween holding a hand and chaining a soul,And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaningAnd company doesn’t mean security,And you begin to understand that kisses aren’t contractsAnd presents aren’t promises,And you begin to accept your defeatsWith your head held high and your eyes open,With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child.You learn to build your roadsOn today because tomorrow’s groundIs too uncertain for plans, and futures haveA way of falling dowin in midflight.After a while you learn that even sunshineBurns if you get too much,So you plant your own garden and decorateYour own soul, instead of waitingFor someone to bring you flowers.And you learn that you really can endure,That you really are strongAnd you really do have worthAnd you learn and learn . . . and you learnWith every goodbye you learn.- Veronica A. Shoffstall
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