We leave it behind, go only with that which we were born,
Over a lifetime we accumulate many possessions of love.
Material belongings come and go, of use for but a moment,
Why we treasure items made by another, there is a value.
These things we use in our everyday, tools, things of help,
Material things are not what rates us as human beings although
To some it is the measure of success of a man, sad as it is.
Worldly goods are sometimes earned and at times found,
Good in a person much more precious than gold from the ground.