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 defeats with your head up and your eyes ahead with the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child
And you learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow’s ground is too 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 too much.
So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers Click To Tweet
And you learn that you really can endure that you really are strong and that you really do have worth,
And you learn and you learn with every goodbye you learn…
©1971 Veronica Shoffstall
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