The oil has run dry
Starvation soon begins
Without the provision of a limited resource
Life will soon end.
This limited resource is a physical touch,
A hope, a dream, a cure, love.
Something that every being deserves and desires,
Isn’t a resource that will one day retire,
But a resource that will never end.
Something that can always mend,
Broken vessels that hold a tender soul,
That sail over treacherous and weary roads.
How can it be these resources become rare,
When every vessel has potential to store it somewhere?
Because selfishness and self will hide and throw it away;
Never sharing it with the one who need it each and every day.