A Collection

a small poem I wrote after graduating from highschool.

Life is but a fleeting moment.
Emotions, a memory.
We do not remember the happiness we felt,
only that we were happy.
We do not remember the pain inflicted,
only that it was painful.
We do not remember the pride felt in a moment of victory,
only that there was one.
Life is not life at all, it is lived. 
A collection of fleeting moments, and memories passed.
Their occurance remembered but never again to be lived.
And when our bodies become weak and we are incapable of adding on,
the collection dies with its keeper.

Reviews

[Karen John]

I loved this poem! Its simple yet deep! Keep on writing!

[Ees]

Holy...
LOVE this poem so hardcore. I believe in all that you have written here. I feel almost like you have written words that I couldn't figure out how to say. "Fleeting" is one of those special words to me, I don't know if it is the lilting sound the word makes or the feeling that it creates. Either way, this is an amazing poem. This is a true poem.
Fantastic job!

[A.G]

Believe me, it took a while to figure out how to phrase these feelings myself. But that's the beauty of poetry :)
Yeah, fleeting is a word I use when I feel something will just slip through my fingers in an instant.
thank you for your review.

[Ees]

Yes, agree on fleeting, like a slippery fabric that turns to sand at the last minute!