Hold on

“Hold on , hold on, hold on” they said,

“You’re a dandelion in the breeze,

Look what the winds of change have done

to all there autumn leaves.”

“Hold on, hold on , hold on,

This big wide world is not for you,

Hold on for long enough

for the last gust to dance on through.”

So I held on, held on, held on,

They said that’s how you know you’re strong,

But not until I wilted

did I notice something wrong.

I thought holding on was bravery,

But when winds of change do blow,

Sometimes it’s even braver still

to let go, let go, let go.