Nothing And Everything Poem by Joe Fraccalvieri

There's nothing to keep… Nothing to own
Even the things that we reap,
are not ours to be sown

From the very least among us,
to the mighty King on his throne--
we are born to a world
where we believe we live,
and yet, we all die alone

Even the dreams in our sleep,
when we awaken, are gone!

Did you think that each body
is made of just flesh and bone?
For what reason then,
should we have to atone?

Our lives, filled with hardship--
we anguish and moan…
Making some hearts
become hardened like stone

Even the soul
is not ours to hone

It comes from above--
like the thing we call Love
It's something we neither can give,
nor can we take…
But rather a thing we may build,
from a thing that might break

It all comes from God…
Everything we thought we could own--
it's all been from Him…
It's all been on loan