How is it so; in youthful care
with all the fucks we used to share,
suddenly there’s none left to give,
tired of all this time to live?

Be careful of any fucks a-spilling;
That bag of fucks will need refilling
The means by which the fucks are granted
is the movement of energy now transplanted;

There’s no more to be created
A blind eye may be demonstrated;
But open arms may still receive
a fuck to share and to believe

So to grow a new collection
Cast your fucks in the right direction
Give a last fuck without a doubt
The bag feels like it’s running out

Inspired by this article by Mandy Brown about caring less as you age but still being able to be motivated by others.