Leaving home for the first time is a necessary rite of passage but one that still could use a philosophical map.
By Susan Creamer Joy - Sunday 30 Oct 2011
The thing I want to say before you go
Is always hit the high notes when you can
And never hide behind a closing door
Remember every gain is hand to hand
Dismiss beguiling notions of despair
They hold you hostage to your sense of loss
Your worth is measured every time you stand
Regardless of which battlefield you’ve crossed
Recover all the highest thoughts you own
To fan them out before you as you walk
Be mindful to forgive and not demand
Refrain from prideful banter when you talk
Though if a day seems heavy with regret
Recall that shadows only dance in light
Then graciously begin the waltz you know
It’s best to live with honor than by might
Is always hit the high notes when you can
And never hide behind a closing door
Remember every gain is hand to hand
Dismiss beguiling notions of despair
They hold you hostage to your sense of loss
Your worth is measured every time you stand
Regardless of which battlefield you’ve crossed
Recover all the highest thoughts you own
To fan them out before you as you walk
Be mindful to forgive and not demand
Refrain from prideful banter when you talk
Though if a day seems heavy with regret
Recall that shadows only dance in light
Then graciously begin the waltz you know
It’s best to live with honor than by might