And when your smile begins to descend upon your lips, I quietly picture my own brushing against them the assembly line of adoration forms and soon there is no room for me. They dive in, hips first, swimming in your contagious grin. But you know you will never be without a warm bed. You know there will always be the hungry ones, the eager ones, struggling up from the cracks of the earth like Dandelions after the first rain in May. Have a good day