#Poetry

From the newborn baby, reaching out to you, as soon as it is able to, holding tight, with a surprisingly strong grip, your finger. To the elderly man or woman, reaching out to you, one more time, holding tight, their strength fading away, when the last breath of air is exhaled, your hand.

Our Lives are like Rivers, they All end up in the Sea.
- Ariel Dorfman

If You gave it all in the first place, You would have no problem...  because You already had It.