Saturday, January 10, 2009

poem shmoem

Disclaimer: I didn't write this, and I don't know who did. So props to them and if it's you please don't sue me. Also, I just realized it's not really a poem (duh), but I don't know what to call it instead. I just like it:

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.

You begin to accept your defeats but with 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 roads today...because tomorrow’s too uncertain for plans, and futures have a way of falling down 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 else to bring you flowers.

And you learn that you really can endure, that you really are strong, that you really do have worth, and that you really learn and learn...with every goodbye...learn.

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