Christiane Bagnato
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 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 all your roads on today
Because tomorrows ground is too uncertain for plans.
And futures have a habit of falling down in mid-flight.
After a while you learn
That even sunshine burns you 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 you really can endure...
That you really are strong
And you really do have worth.
And you learn and learn...
With every goodbye you learn.
Veronica A. Shoffstall (Author)
Christiane Bagnato
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 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 all your roads on today
Because tomorrows ground is too uncertain for plans.
And futures have a habit of falling down in mid-flight.
After a while you learn
That even sunshine burns you 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 you really can endure...
That you really are strong
And you really do have worth.
And you learn and learn...
With every goodbye you learn.
(Written By Veronica A. Shoffstall)
Margaret Mary Bodalski
I do not know you but my name is Margaret Mary too. I pray for peace in your family.
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