I have found a poem that speaks to me. Beautiful…
For me the days are falling out of the basket
While other people gather days in more baskets
It is scary that one day, because I have run out of days
This basket would lie empty, and I would need to give it
To someone who would put it to better use.
I look up to see everyone around me looking forward to tomorrow
While I look away as I already know what to expect
The days are falling out of this basket and when it is empty
I will have no choice but to lay it down
This is a plea to whoever finds it, please put it to better use.