every day
we do things

things.. .

many things.

we stand back
  in admiration
of some of
  these things.

we accomplish,
  feel accomplished.. .
other times not so much.

   every day
we do these
   things,

just to die
  and leave
these things
    to a world
filled with more people
chasing these things,
filled with things that in
the end means
noTHING!

and your things
  now?

now they are
someone else's
things.

death is also
a thing to do
that will leave
  your things
in the same place
  that you
left them
  before you died.

to summarize;

we pile/stack up
  things

we pile/stack them up
to use as our
  stairs.....

stand upon
   them... ..

to climb up

     eventually,
to heaven.