I am eaten without need of plant, nor plow. The product of a worker’s brow. I am left when tears are dry. Born from water, when I meet it, I die.

I am made of tin or steel, I hold the soup for your evening meal. I'm a word for able and allowed to do But when I am empty, you throw me through.

I came before books, I came before knives. My possessions are easy to find. If you need me, find me at pool’s edge.

Take me, hit me, walk all over me Hard and long; I make you rage I'll take you anywhere or nowhere at all A start and an end, and also what lies between The poet's muse, the transient's anthem, a young man's dream Answer my call, or don't I'll go on

Some contain clothes, others have boxes. Some even contain skeletons. One last thing, nothing to worry about, Some have people coming out.