When I recollect all my days
I can’t help but think
How the fabric of life is interwoven with pain
And with every introspection
When I make a recollection
I find a new pain collection
Days of loss
Days of grief
Days that I felt lost
Days that were bitter-sweet
These memories I collect
From birth
To growth
To Decline
To Death
Sunrises
But everything good
Will always set
All of life is a collection
Some people collect art
Some people collect cars
But we all collect pain
Because to be human is to collect