LIFE

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