After A While




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 feats


With your head up and your eyes open
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,

And you learn to build all your roads on today
Because tomorrows plans are 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 do have worth.

And you learn and learn....
With every goodbye, you learn.



By Veronica Shoffstall










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