Some give and expect their giving to give back, like credit that returns, like deposits with interest, like bonds that mature.
But some give and expect nothing in return. They walk on and away, and keep on giving.
Some give and expect their giving to give back, like credit that returns, like deposits with interest, like bonds that mature.
But some give and expect nothing in return. They walk on and away, and keep on giving.
why wait tomorrow, when you can embrace her today,
why wait tomorrow, when you can love her today,
why wait tomorrow, when you can give her today,
why wait tomorrow, when tomorrow might take her away.
Will you walk with her? Even if you see the road ending before you; will you still walk with her?
Will you stand by her? Even if you feel your legs giving way from the weight you carry; will you still stand by her?
Will you give yourself to her? Even if you hear your breath fainting and there is less and less of yourself to give; will you still give that last piece of yourself to her?
You will? You may kiss her.
One coin in the wallet. Lingers inside the dark pocket. Rolls to one side and back to the other. And stays inside, idle.
One coin dropped into the piggy bank. Clinks and chinks against others. Travels miles, travels a mile. Crosses borders, crosses the street.
To save a man. To save an animal. To save a tree.
Don’t save the coin.