the subtle difference between
holding a hand and chaining a soul
and you learn
that love doesn't mean leaning
and company doesn't always 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 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.
And you learn that you really can endure
you really are strong
you really do have worth
and you learn
and you learn
with every goodbye, you learn...
"This poem has been plagiarized, bastardized, renamed, reworded,
redesigned, expanded and reduced. But it is my work, which I wrote at
the age of 19 and had published in my college yearbook. Why anyone
would want to claim it is beyond me, but for what it's worth, I wrote
it, and if I'd known it was going to be this popular, I'd have done a
better job of it. - Veronica Shoffstall
(Obs: Eu também pensei que este poema fosse do Shakespeare. Uma das
utilidades da Internet é lançar luzes sobre autores e textos...)
