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Dedicated to those who strive forward every day.
They bleed dedication.
They give their heart.
With their pride on their sleeve.
They seek perfection for the company.
They open everyone’s eyes, silencing commotion.
They give all every day, to give a bit more to their family.
One final trip home reminds us that profits and production don’t mean a thing.
Sometimes it really hurts to have things put in perspective.
When you give it all
When there’s nothing more
When it stop’s in a crash
How much more can you dedicate
When the world makes a screaming halt
You open your eyes
Why does it take that much
The ultimate sacrifice
It takes every thing
Saddens our souls that it takes so much
It fades so fast
When a friend falls
Our souls consumed
Reaching for empty goals
Why does it take all this
To remind of the truth
These petty tasks
They don’t mean a thing
Caring not about the down time
Finances just don’t mean a thing
Production halts
Not a word
No price to what we have just seen
We see the true prize
Making it threw each day
The reward is the joy
Of making the home trip
Returning to what matters
Each and every day
Perspective sinks in
But to see it often costs everything
So to our chests we hold hard hats
While choking back our screams
There goes another man
Who gave us too much
There goes a man
Who gave everything
RIP
They bleed dedication.
They give their heart.
With their pride on their sleeve.
They seek perfection for the company.
They open everyone’s eyes, silencing commotion.
They give all every day, to give a bit more to their family.
One final trip home reminds us that profits and production don’t mean a thing.
Sometimes it really hurts to have things put in perspective.
When you give it all
When there’s nothing more
When it stop’s in a crash
How much more can you dedicate
When the world makes a screaming halt
You open your eyes
Why does it take that much
The ultimate sacrifice
It takes every thing
Saddens our souls that it takes so much
It fades so fast
When a friend falls
Our souls consumed
Reaching for empty goals
Why does it take all this
To remind of the truth
These petty tasks
They don’t mean a thing
Caring not about the down time
Finances just don’t mean a thing
Production halts
Not a word
No price to what we have just seen
We see the true prize
Making it threw each day
The reward is the joy
Of making the home trip
Returning to what matters
Each and every day
Perspective sinks in
But to see it often costs everything
So to our chests we hold hard hats
While choking back our screams
There goes another man
Who gave us too much
There goes a man
Who gave everything
RIP
The only thing I enjoy is having no feelings....being numb rocks!
And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key
And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key
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Well said. depop, it's lovely! Thank you.
No one needs a smile more than someone who fails to give one,
After you die...you know how to LIVE!
It's a harsh truth you speak of here.
Thanks for sharing a heart felt poem like you did.
You’re on the outside, never bound by such a spell.
Together in the darkness, alone in the light.
I took it upon me to be yours, Timmy,
I’ll lead your angels and demons at play tonight......»
Thanks all.
Needless to say, it wasn't the best St patty's day around here.
Those types of days really suck.
Ever try to comfrot somebody you don't really know?
And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key
It will be with me forever
it is not the first time that I have seen somebody die at work
I have seen injuries that left people wishing they had
Our meetings are ussually fast paced
to the point
in and out
these are the immediate issues
here is what we did today
here is what we have planned for tomorrow
then a look at project work
1/2 a hour- 1 hour
we sat silent for 5 minutes
the sight was down
work was at a standstill
the facility manager looked at us
"really puts this in perspective...
does downtime and production really mean a thing"
I get tense thinking about it
It still brings a tear to my eye
I questioned my move to this company
after seeing to true remorse and heartache over this, I believe I made the right move.
We took the attitude of "we'll start-up when we start-up"
I Don't know why this one hit me so hard,
I didn't really even know him.
It will stay with me forever
And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key
No one needs a smile more than someone who fails to give one,
After you die...you know how to LIVE!
yes, I have had the misfortune of being around a lot of death. I have actually become very numb to it. I have had some good friends and family members pass on over the past few years, but never took it as hard as that of one is essentially a stranger. I remember being at the funeral of a good friend recently, who died trying to save others lives. It was a huge funeral. I felt like a stone. I was actually bothered by the lack of emotion that I had. It is just so strange that this effected me like it did. It really threw my friends off.
oh well, maybe my new sensitivity is a good thing. Maybe it was a one time thing. Hope I do not have to find out again soon.
And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key
You reminded me of this tune:
Feel Like A Number by Bob Seger
I take my card and I stand in line
To make a buck I work overtime
Dear sir letters keep coming in the mail
I work my back till it's racked with pain
The boss can't even recall my name
I show up late and I'm docked
It never fails
I feel like just another
Spoke in a great big wheel
Like a tiny blade of grass
In a great big field
To workers I'm just another drone
To Ma Bell I'm just another phone
I'm just another statistic on a sheet
To teachers I'm just another child
To IRS I'm just another file
I'm just another consensus on the street
Gonna cruise out of this city
Head down to the sea
Gonna shout out at the ocean
Hey it's me
And I feel like a number
Feel like a number
Feel like a stranger
A stranger in this land
I feel like a number
I'm not a number
I'm not a number
Dammit I'm a man
I said I'm a man
really overlooked
he has some great tunes
And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key
with your smile?
Said a hundred words within your
greeting hello?
Offered your friendship with no
desire of repayment?
A place of comfort flowing from
your heart is often found in good people. You must have given more than you know. Time carries on.