The Ties We Make Poem by Stanley Coffin

Sometimes the ties we make come apart and times are they best be left undone,
Don't let the fretting for the better days blind you to the error of your ways,
Things happen for a reason though it may not seem like it today, for tomorrow is like another season, Like the clearing of a mist revealing the day, the passage of time unveils the mistakes that you made that hid in the shadows of the rose coloured glasses you wore,
When in desperation you cling to those things that are no more,
In a mental prison of your own making and not being able to see,
For you have nothing to lose except the shackles that hold you relentlessly,
Let yourself go and set yourself free,
Carry yourself with dignity and trust in the nature of things and allow yourself to be.