It came to me upon reflection Life is one great big collection Starting with a teddy bear and ending with a gasp of air The time between those points is rough accumulating all this stuff Books and knick knacks line the shelves and in it all we lose ourselves Hand-me-downs and souvenirs hoarded all throughout the years Cups and saucers, pots and pans, electric heaters, ceiling fans Pictures, music, magazines amounting to a hill of beans Clothes and cars, boats and planes, nervous breakdowns, aches and pains Husbands, wives, foes and friends This great collection never ends And once our time on earth goes by, the years wind down and then we die We never seemed to have enough, and someone else gets all our stuff © Mike Wise 1/10/17