COMES THE DAWN
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 not promises.
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open,
With the grace of a woman/man
Not the grace of a child.
And you learn to build your roads on today
Because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans
And futures have a way of falling down in midflight.
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
And you really are strong
And you really do have worth
And you learn and you learn . . .
With every goodbye you learn.