Hands hurting with the wait of groceries, I let the old lady behind me take my turn. Step by step, I kept moving backwards, One lady after the another, Ears aching just for those two simple words. My aching wrists wondered, Was the pain worth the multiple sighs of relief? Yes it was. Yes it was. Often my mind wanders, Wondering whether all the doors I held, The bags I carried, the notes I left, Were they worth it? Yes they were. Each night, when your head hits the pillow, That glow in your heart, The contentment in your eyes, Waking up each day, To spread yet another smile. Give. Give. Give.