Worth ev’ry change of plans; all we give up
Ev’ry heave-ho that drains youth’s favoured cup
Worth ev’ry second mile till we lose track
How many miles we have walked back to back
Worth ev’ry farewell-pang, worth ev’ry prayer
All we have given to prove that we care
Worth ev’ry sorrow no matter the cost
Worth ev’ry hour of sleep we have lost
Worth ev’ry while with nothing much to tell
Ev’ry perhaps that turns into ‘oh, well’
Worth ev’ry mistake, each grin, groan, grunt, oh
Worth every ache and painful letting go
Worth every kick-off, low-blow and high-five
Worth all the trouble it takes to survive
Worth all the wishes that never come true
Because of all the surprises that do
Worth all the lessons required to learn
It yields both bitter and sweeter return
Worth ev’ry flying-leap, face-plant, push-shove
This is the terrible worth of true love
© Janet Martin
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