From the poem After a While... And you begin to accept your defeats with your head held 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 you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers...
KIND OF LIKE WHAT SOMEBODY DID WITH THIS 'FRUIT' TREE. THANK YOU PERSON FOR MAKING MY DAY! :)
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