Heart for hearts

Your heart
Is not required to
But really ought to have
Its own heart for the broken
For those lost and unknown
For they are yours
And in your company
Just as much as you are your own
And someday, perhaps
You will be there also
Be it old, or hurt, or forgotten, or alone

Do not think you are immune to such things
Do not worship that which you currently own

Because nothing lasts be it good or bad