"October Fullness" by Pablo Neruda

I found this poem by Pablo Neruda in Sunday's newspaper. I like it and bet you will too.












Little by little, and also in great leaps,
Life happened to me,
And how significant this business is.
These veins carried
My Blood,which I scarcely ever saw,
I breathed the air of so many places
Without keeping a sample of any.
In the end, everyone is aware of this:
Nobody keeps any of what he has,
And life is only a borrowing of bones