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Heyyyyyy ETC-ers,

This is one of my favorite poems.  Sadly I cannot give proper tribute to the author because I have never been able to find out who wrote it.  I found this poem scribbled on a piece of paper.  It is called FRIENDSHIP.

To sit in silence that needs no explaining
To understand without the need of words
To meet after long partings with no doubts concerning
the whys and wherefores
To accept the curds and whey, the rough and smooth
with trust unfailing
To smile when smiles are very close to tears
To see the light when darkness clouds our living
And look ahead with joy to the unfolding years
 
Here is my second favorite poem in the world (it will make sense to some of you when you get to be a ripe old age of about 30 something)
 
After A While

Author: Veronica A. Shoffstall

After a while
you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul
and you learn love doesn't mean leaning and company doesn't always mean security.
And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts and presents aren't always promises
and you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and and your eyes ahead 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 you learn
with every good-bye you learn.
 
 

2 Comments
Michael, 219 - days ago  

Now I feel old I get the second one. I'll explain the story at the next meeting as it would be banned from this page in less than a second.<br><br>Erudito Est Vox, as always

Mary Jean, 219 - days ago  

Having an "old soul" doesn't mean you can't have fun. That's why I choose the "perky" Heinlein quotes. He was usually quite droll. A bit brutal in his observations even. But he expressed a capacity for joy in the midst of it, so I had to recognize that.

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