You Come Naked, You Leave Naked Poem by Mohammad Yousef

You came naked,
Pure and innocent,
A blank canvas ready to be painted
With the colors of life.

You will go naked,
Stripped of earthly possessions,
Leaving behind all that you have accumulated,
Returning to the earth as you once were.

You came in weak,
Unable to fend for yourself,
Dependent on others for care and sustenance,
A fragile being in a harsh world.

You will come out weak,
No longer able to stand on your own,
Counting on the kindness of others
To guide you through your final days.

You came without money or things,
No riches or material wealth to call your own,
Just the love and warmth of those around you,
The true treasures of life.

You will leave without money or things,
For in the end, all that matters is love,
Not the possessions we gather,
But the relationships we cultivate.

Your first meal?
Someone is feeding you,
Nourishing your body and soul,
With each bite, a symbol of care and love.

Your last meal?
Someone will feed you,
A final act of tenderness and compassion,
A bittersweet farewell in the form of sustenance.

Your first bath?
Somebody washed you,
Cleansing away the remnants of birth,
A gentle touch erasing the traces of the journey into this world.

Your last bath?
Somebody will wash you,
Preparing you for your final rest,
A final act of service and respect for your journey.

That's how life is,
A cycle of giving and receiving,
Of love and care,
Of compassion and kindness.

So why so much hate,
So much selfishness,
So much envy,
So much resentment and bad energies?

Why do we forget the simple truth
That we all come into this world the same,
And we will all leave it the same,
Naked and vulnerable,
Dependent on the kindness of others?

Let us remember our shared humanity,
Our common fragility,
And let love be our guiding light,
In a world often darkened by ignorance and fear.

For in the end,
It is not the riches we amass,
But the love we give and receive,
That truly defines our journey through life.

Let us strive to be a beacon of light,
In a world that so often forgets
The simple truth
That we are all interconnected,
Bound by the common thread
Of our shared humanity.
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