Matching hands

One hand is empty

The other hand is full

Who would choose the first one?

Probably just a fool

 

The second hand is heavy

Holds so much you can share

If you already have enough

Why keep it to your care?

 

So you decide to give a little

bit by bit the hand gets lighter

You start to feel better

Your days all get brighter

 

But at some point both hands

Have their emptiness matching

You realize that you have

Two hands full of nothing

 

Poem: Fanan Zen

Done