I was contemplating life When it occurred to me That nothing in our lives Means as much, as we No matter good, or if bad Or what it was, that we had In time, it just becomes Another, memory We instinctively move on To new things we are drawn And the happiness or hurt Becomes for us the key That decides what we do next And thus our life affects As we progress from here to there And so, defines what we shall be BOEMS BY JA 105