We all enter

This world alone

Empty purses with

Empty hearts in

Which we then

Place fondness and

Affections and love

We also withdraw

From that purse

The exact same

Things donating them

To others and

Realizing that little

Remains for us

We stand huddled

And alone broken

Until at last

Someone tosses in

A few coins

A few more

And then many

It is not

How full the

Purse is that

Matters it simply

Matters that it’s

Empty for only

Then can it

Be filled again

Again and again