I came across this poem by Veronica A. Shoffstall and I liked it very much.
After awhile you learn the subtle difference
between holding a hand and chaining a soul.
And you learn that love doesn’t 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 you head up and your eyes open.
With the grace of maturity, 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.
You can read the rest of the poem here