We spend all our lives,
collecting things,
making money,
wasting what little time we have.
when in the end,
all that money, and possessions, go away.
fore you are unable to bring them with,
when it is your time to go.
they are left behind,
unlike the memories you gave to others.
Jeryn Bean
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/possessions-6/
