My Collection of Poems

Life is unfair
Struggles
Competitions
Only when hope surfaces
We forget the trials we become conceited
Wealth arrives at the door
Once again we forget who we were
We are superior
Higher are we to those on the roads
Twice we'll see a stranger and say:
"That was once me, but no more."
Do we help?
Life is ongoing
We say it is short
It is the longest we know
Only in the end, do we think:
"I am not who I was,
But I know who I am."