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