My Attempts at Poetry

Collecting and Counting

Everyone collects something

Money

Shells

Rocks

Stamps

And everyone counts something

Family

Friends

Losses

Gains

But some collect greater things

Whether they know it or not

But it often dies slowly

For it's not meant to be held onto

For so very long

They count the times they laugh

They count the times they cry

The special moments in between

It's not natural for moments like that

To be highlighted and seen

Happiness and emotion are

Bundled away for later

Lasting longer

False and dead

Laying in a jar

But there are things

That are supposed to be recorded

The first teeth

The dreams and goals

The many times you've hoped

So be careful what you hold

Or keep in a jar

Counting and collecting

Because while good intentions are in mind

They can leave a scar