Originally posted by RuthBaby:
Poem
After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand
and chaining a soul, you realise that love doesn't mean leaning and
company and doesn't mean security, And you learn that kisses
aren't contracts and presents aren't promises, And you learn to
accept your defeat with your head up and your eyes open with the
grace of a woman or man not the grief of a child, And you learn
to build your hopes on today as tomorrow's ground is too uncertain
as plans and futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight, And
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 you really do have worth, and you learn,
and you learn, and you learn,
With every goodbye,
You learn.
Anonymous
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How very true...
And I hope those people out there who read this thread will learn too...