Listening to every heart
There will come a time
When I will smile at
Your poem has a double innuendo.
Which is good.
Because it is meant to be interpreted
and it can be interpreted two ways.
One for the past
and one for the future.
Those who may know you, worry over you,
but darling, no one ever really "knows"
We believe we know our family; our friends; our acquaintances.
But sometimes, when we don't know ourselves,
is when we know us the best.
Because then we realize that we are all in a flux of learning just who we, and others, are.
Are you the same from day to day?
Neither is anyone else you might encounter.
We are as rock solid as coral;
and we are as fluctuating as the wind.
We shift like the sands and seas;
and we really rely only on those who don't
aver their own gaze upon the unreality of life.
When there is a Come a Time in your life,
as there has been in mine; I know you will
treat it like the lady you are.