Comes the Dream
By Joy Whitman (an email from Rye Arao)
After a while, you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and sharing a life.
And you learn that love doesn't mean security
And loneliness is universal.
And you 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 open,
With the strength of a man,
Not the gift of a child.
And you learn that you build your hope on today
As the future has a way of falling mid-flight.
For tomorrow's ground can be too uncertain for plans.
Yet each step taken in a new direction
Creates a path toward the promise of a brighter dawn.
And you learn that sunshine burns if you get too much
So that you plant your own garden and nourish your soul
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that love, true love, always has joys and sorrows,
Seems ever present, yet is never quite the same,
Becoming more than love and less than love, so difficult to define.
And you learn that through it all
You really can endure
That you really are strong
That you really do have value
And you learn to grow
With every goodbye you learn...
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