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 an adult, 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.
After a while you learn that even sunshine burns
if you get too much.
So 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!
(*One of my young prisoner friends, Harley Q. Young, recently sent this to me, author unknown. If anyone knows the true author of this piece please send it to me). And if anyone would like to send Harley a card or letter, which are so vitally important to inmates, his address is: Harley Q. Young, #124783, Sterling Correctional Facility, POB 6000, Sterling, CO 80751
