We wake each day with empty palms,
fingers fumbling for fleeting rewards,
a paycheck folded into tight corners,
proof that effort can fill a fridge.
But beyond the clinking of coins,
there\'s a language unspoken, unseen,
it\'s in the way a smile lingers,
stretching across another\'s heavy day.
You cannot sip from a silver spoon,
and taste the salt of shared kindness,
cannot cash in the gift of laughter,
or deposit the warmth of holding hands.
We stitch a life in quiet gestures,
in moments freely given, freely taken,
an invisible thread pulling us closer,
to what it means to truly live.