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In naked truth, you became,
Weak and worn, a vulnerable sea.
With empty hands and an empty purse,
You entered life, unreservedly.
Your first bite, a gift from above,
Someone's kindness, a proof of love.
Your last meal, a similar fate,
A helping hand, a generous state.
Your first bath, a cleansing stream,
Someone's care, a gentle sleep.
Your last rinse, a similar theme,
A helping hand, a loving plan.
Such is life, a journey so true,
A path of dependence, for me and for you.
We come and go, with nothing in hand,
But kindness and love, we gently stand.