Foolish Heart

After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and calming a soul.
You learn love does not mean learning and company does not mean security.
You begin to understand that kisses are not contracts, and presents are not promises.
You begin to accept the differences with the grace of a woman wise, and not the grief of a child. You learn to build on the road of today, because tomorrows ground, is to uncertain for plans, and the future has a way of falling in mid flight.
 
After a while you learn even the sunshine burns you if you get to much. So you plant your own garden, and decorate your soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers. You learn that you can endure. You find you have worth, you are strong, and you learn. You learn with every goodbye that your heart has turned to bitter ice, that even the best things seem tasteless.
You wither and fade loosing hope that you will ever find love. To late you realize that you let the years slip by, and now you see, you finely learn.
 
The present is what slips past us, while pondering the past, and worrying about the future.
Your last and finale lesson has a bitter taste. You built your walls to protect yourself you said, but in truth you were afraid. Afraid of taking what life had to give. The joy and the sorrow. You console your self with fact that you protected your self from all things.
Then you think, as you watch the old couple in the park walking, and holding hands. A tear comes to your eye. That could have been me. That could have been me, but for the walls, Dam those forlorn and forsaken walls. Dam my foolish heart. I am alone, so alone....