mordant wit

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 isn't security.
(Kisses aren't contracts and presents aren't promises.)

After awhile you begin to accept your defeats
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 your roads on today
because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain
and the inevitable has a way of crumbling in mid-flight.

After a while you learn that even sunshine burns
if you stand too long in one place.

So, you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul
instead of waiting for someone else to bring you flowers.
And you learn you really can endure,
that you really do have worth.
You learn that with every good-bye comes the dawn.

This version, supposedly the original version, by:
Judith Evans


I ran across this profile on this online community called orkut and i was reading the about me part which was reaaaalllly interesting. Somehow i got the feeling that it wasn't tooo original so i searched and found that it was this poem. i liked it a lot so here it is for all of you to read and cherish!