remember

depopulationINCdepopulationINC Posts: 2,074
edited March 2006 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
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
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
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  • sistanumsysistanumsy Posts: 218
    'Remember' is beautiful, enough so I hope the people whom I used to call friends come upon it. Seems only after one is no longer able to give do you remember what they had to offer. Thank You
    K-The lost will do their best to get home, if they are loved. To our soldiers who have given what they had.
  • sistanumsy wrote:
    'Remember' is beautiful, enough so I hope the people whom I used to call friends come upon it. Seems only after one is no longer able to give do you remember what they had to offer. Thank You

    Well said. depop, it's lovely! Thank you.
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • twin1twin1 Posts: 902
    This is very deep...thanks for sharing it! :)
    Our love must not be just words, but True Love, which shows itself in action,
    No one needs a smile more than someone who fails to give one,
    After you die...you know how to LIVE!
  • karma defectkarma defect Posts: 5,483
    Wow.

    It's a harsh truth you speak of here.
    Thanks for sharing a heart felt poem like you did.
    « One man's glory is another man's hell.
    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......»
  • Wow.

    It's a harsh truth you speak of here.
    Thanks for sharing a heart felt poem like you did.


    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?
    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
  • I remember sitting in the confrence room at a silent table
    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
    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
  • twin1twin1 Posts: 902
    Depop, this is very touching...empathy is not such a bad thing...we all have that in common - we live, we die...as long as we don't let all of our pain kill us inside...compassion is a gift...death makes us realize that we are here now and we make a choice what we do with it, people are more than just "a number"... :)
    Our love must not be just words, but True Love, which shows itself in action,
    No one needs a smile more than someone who fails to give one,
    After you die...you know how to LIVE!
  • twin1 wrote:
    Depop, this is very touching...empathy is not such a bad thing...we all have that in common - we live, we die...as long as we don't let all of our pain kill us inside...compassion is a gift...death makes us realize that we are here now and we make a choice what we do with it, people are more than just "a number"... :)


    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.
    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
  • Hope you don't have to deal with anymore death anytime soon either, depop!

    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
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • love Bobby

    really overlooked

    he has some great tunes
    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
  • sistanumsysistanumsy Posts: 218
    Have you ever touched somebody
    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.
    K-The lost will do their best to get home, if they are loved. To our soldiers who have given what they had.
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