| After A While |
| |
| After a while you learn the subtle difference |
| between holding
a hand and sharing a life. |
| And you learn that love doesn't mean possession |
| and company
doesn't mean security |
| and
loneliness is universal. |
| And you learn that kisses aren't contracts |
| and presents
aren't promises |
| and you begin
to accept you defeats with you head |
| up and your
eyes open, with the grace of a woman, |
| not the grief
of a child. |
| And you learn to build your hope on today |
| as the future
has a way of falling apart in mid-flight |
| because
tomorrows ground can be too uncertain for plans; |
| yet each step
taken in a new direction creates a path |
| toward the
promise of a brighter dawn. |
| And you learn that even sunshine burns |
| if you get too
much. |
| So plant your own garden and nourish your own soul |
| instead of
waiting for someone to bring you flowers. |
| And you learn that love, true love, always has joys and
sorrows, |
| seems ever
present, yet is never quite the same, |
| becoming more
than love and less than love, |
| so difficult to
define. |
| And you learn that through it all you really can endure, |
| that you really
are strong, that you really have value |
| and you learn
and grow... |
| With every goodbye you learn. |
--anonymous |
