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 mean security
And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts
And presents aren't promises
And you begin to accept your defests
With your head up and your eyes open
With the grace of a woman,not the frief of a child,
And you learn to build all you roads on today
Because tomorrow's ground is to 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 to much
So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul
Instead of waiting for somebody to bring you flowrs.
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....
I still carry the above poem with me, as I have for many years
As I go about laying down the stepping stones through life's gardens.