chasing with the wind is not but gone <br />life as we have is not but a passing <br />scene in our own very eyes <br /> <br />all has its prize as it appears, alas! all has <br />value in everything we serve, all are <br />just beginning to receive again <br /> <br />nothing new to us, what we receive is <br />ours to give it to the one who shared, <br />make the best, for we give of what is a gift <br /> <br />all are nothing, but has a value, that <br />comes when it is to be given, dropp that <br />something in you, and nothing lost <br /> <br />face to the one who gives everything in you <br />dropp the nothing, even nothing is something <br />in you that holds you, for you are something, <br />of everything to the one who give you life<br /><br />Antonio Liao<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/drop-the-nothing/
