Things are given,
Things are taken,
Things are exchanged,
But we remain ourselves.
Things are used to live with,
Things are sold for food,
Things are bought for future,
Things are made for use.
We are not a thing tho’,
Although we may feel so,
We are nothing but a spirit,
We are the hope for Earth.
We survive on kindness and caring,
Although we sometimes urge other ways,
We were the creators of yesteryears,
We are the makers of future times.
You can rely more than not on other people,
These things including our bodies just don’t last,
All these bodies that are there for your own choosing,
Are really things, and hard to love without their boss.