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 understand
that kisses aren't contracts
and presents aren't promises.
And you begin to accept your defeats
with your head held high
and the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child.

You learn to build your roads on today,
because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain
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,
that you really are strong.
And that you really do have worth
and that you keep learning.

With every good bye......you learn.
© 1971 Veronica A. Shoffstall