Lip to lip

No. 34 from the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam (the 1859 Edward Fitzgerald translation, purchased at a yard sale here in Vancouver):

Then to this earthen Bowl did I adjourn
My Lip the secret Well of Life to learn:
And Lip to Lip it murmur'd -- 'While you Live
Drink! -- for once dead you never shall return.'

Today I saw a middle-aged man walk out of Starbucks with two coffees and hand them to an old woman waiting in his car. I assume it was his mother. Her hair was white, her frame bent over. She was connected to two nose tubes that spoke to a need for extra oxygen. She was frail and little, and had the car door been open a bit wider, I think she might have blown away.