Weekends Were Precious

Wiping away moisture, the glass cries
Broken words our last and I ask why
Watching her fade into the distance
Knowing without her, there’ll be no existence

Everybody knows how special you are
Everybody sees that I do travel far
Everybody hears over  music, our fights
Everybody  sees me leave,  Sunday night

Wiping away the tears, I realize my fears
Broken bones, swerving, to miss the deer
Watching life fade into the distance
Knowing without me she’ll need an existence

© 2011 Michael Yost
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Words That Mean Something to me Today

 

Defining existence for me is occupying space and time in a productive manner.

Just occupying is taking up space, uses other people’s air and sets a bad example.

My existence was the latter until I seen the results of my actions on those around me.

I’ve done what I can and keep trying to set a new example, but the damage is done.

Now it’s going to progress until their personal vision sees their effect on others.

Hopefully their vision will occur quicker than mine did to change this vicious cycle.

My wish and hope centers around others seeing and listening to what I’m doing and saying.

Start the changes now; let productivity be your goal towards making a difference in your and others lives.

© 2011 Michael Yost