I was born whole of humanity

But with each day I lived

I ended up losing a bit.

A loss in the accounts of life

From which

You, me or any other body can not recover

Even if there are loans

Taken via charity and social services

By putting in a lot of handwork

Using the financial pressure.

I am just a sachet of fragrance

Unsealed to revive the degree of humanity.

One day when all the aroma gets volatilised

I will be all empty

Buried in the sands of Earth

All ready to be gone forever

Maybe that's how the entire process works.