What makes up a life?

Days, hours, friends, love,or  things?

Memories, feelings, hurt, desire.

Words spoken, thoughts unheard. 

Things we collect to make us feel alive, when we can truly survive

with so very little.

Ambition to accomplish what we feel that we must,

at the end of the day we throw it all away.

When we are stripped we see what it is that makes a life.