I met a woman along the way.
I smiled and nodded and asked how she did.
She smiled and nodded and said she was good.
She told me she’d been happy and smiled in her past,
She told me she cried and been sad, but that had passed.
She told me she’d learnt how to lose and still smile –
As you don’t lose at all, it comes back after a while.
She said she’d learned how to let go;
how to grow;
how to go…
She said she’d learnt how to receive as well as give,
she said she’d learnt to let others live, live, let live!
She said she’d learnt the measure of control,
and how she’d learnt how to love from her soul.
She said she’d learnt how ‘I love you’ meant all,
but only if said with no expectation to pall.
She now understood the seasons’ ebb and flow,
and despite being autumn, there was still much, much more to know.
Nothing she’d lost was ever a waste,
because the fruit of her future was still there to taste.
I smiled and thanked her, and said I was glad, at last,
the me from the future had met the me from the past.
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