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
