Jorge Luis Borges, "Comes the Dawn
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 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 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…
that you really are strong,
and you really do have worth.
And you learn and learn…
with every goodbye you learn
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