September 30, 2011

After, After 'After A While'

A friend introduced me to this poem by Veronica Shoftshall written on 1971 entitled After A While.

AFTER A WHILE (Veronica Shoftshall, 1971)

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 always 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 ahead
with the grace of 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
you really are strong
you really do have worth
and you learn
and you learn
with every goodbye, you learn...

I stumbled upon this poem by Adrian Tecson. 

AFTER "AFTER A WHILE"

After 'after a while'
You want to hold a hand not to chain a soul but
to enjoy its company,
and you want someone's lips to kiss,
not because you are lonely but because you are
happy, and you want to give presents
and you want to make promises.
After 'after a while'
You begin to accept your defeats like an adult,
but like a child, will want someone to listen
and care,
and you want someone who will build roads with
you today so maybe you can pave the way for your
future together.
After 'after a while'
You want someone's sunshine and warmth,
but also accept the rain and the cold,
and you want to give flowers picked from your
own garden.
And when your garden is picture perfect,
you want it to be more than a picture
even if it means having to be imperfect
because you want someone in it to stay and to
live.
Then you'll see that there is
such a thing as love...
and that you were made to live in someone else's
garden...
and you'll know that there is more to life than
yourself.
AND NOW...
You realize that no matter how tightly you hold,
if you're meant to let go, you can
And then you will understand that love
gives you reasons to understand
even the most complicated situations
And you will grow older believing that just
because you have convictions
doesn't mean you're always right
You will remember lips because of the smiles
that made your day,
the words that touched your soul, not only
because of the sweet kisses
And as you graciously accept defeat and absorb
the meaning of lessons
learned,
You feel that you are finally being the person
you never thought you'd be
So, armed with courage, strength and confidence,
you will face the world
head on...
With or without an army behind you
Because you know your worth and that alone is an
armor
With more heartbreaks you will cry
But after every heartache, you will rise
Life is a garden ... it takes long to make it
beautiful.
But it's always worth the wait..


While having a cup of coffee early in the morning, I decided to write a poem not really in continuation of the beautiful story but to express what I learned from that story and my life. Also, I promised my friend to write something about this poem so I thought I'd give it a try.

AFTER, AFTER "AFTER A WHILE"

You're life is a beautiful garden.
Colorful, sweet and mild.
With daises, roses and violets
all bloom because
of your smile.
You started to plant flowers
in someone else's garden.
You are both happy when they bloomed.
Hugs, kisses, holding hands and such.
Everyday, sweetness overloads.
Your days are full of
sweetness.
Your nights are full of
love.
Everytime you say
I love you
is the time when sun shines
from above.
But you thought
'too much sunshine burns
if you get too much'
so you insist not to say
it again,
and again
and again.
You've waited this for too long.
Your happiness is at the fullest
when you had it.
But your mind tells you to
slow down
because too much love will cause you
too much pain if you lose it.
All the lessons learned
from the past --
You never missed any single of that.
Prayed for this love to last.
And that no more heartaches will
come to pass.

2 comments:

  1. Hi Debbie, It's funny how I stumbled upon this entry of your blog. More than 15 years ago, when I was still in college, I wrote a poem and sent it to a few friends. Email was still very new then so I didnt really have a lot of people to send it to. Just today, I thought of googling the title, and lo and behold I didnt even know that it became viral. My name is Adrian and I am the original writer of After "After a While". I wrote it after reading the original "After a While" by Veronica Shoftshall.

    Anyway, I'm glad it got to you and you liked it. Cheers!

    Adrian Tecson
    aidstecson[@]gmail.com

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  2. This poem is one of those ones that make me feel calm when I'm in trouble. Yes, I'm glad I have stumbled upon Veronica Shoftshall's and yours. You've written a masterpiece. I should edit and credit this to you then. :)

    Thank you for dropping by. Cheers!

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