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"These Tired Hands"
"Instant"
"Forgetting Our Past"

"These Tired Hands"
3-6-98

I look down at these tired hands,
And I see hours of work and toil.
I look at my gnarled, broken fingers,
Twisted and warped like my mind.
I see the cracked and open scars,
Of a time once forgotten.
Now the scars remind me of my past,
And they won't ever let the memories
Fade into the blackness like everything else.
These tired hands are all I have left;
All I have to show for years of quiet agony.
These tired hands need to rest.

"Instant"
3-10-98

Once beloved, once forgotten.
His story touched our hearts.
His triumphs, his defeats;
He showed how quickly life can disappear.
The breath of life; the eternal flame;
The breath that gives rise to words,
Can be sucked out in an instant.
Your life, your dreams,
Everything can be dashed into the ground,
In one quick moment.
Today a life, tomorrow only a memory.
The week has only begun,
And a life has just ended.

In memory of Scott Polaski, who was a student at Newark High School. He died on March 10, 1998 as a result of a car accident the previous day. He was 17.

"Forgetting Our Past"
3-10-98

Staring down the road of life,
Tempting fate, pushing the limits.
We speed through this life,
Forgetting the little things.
We stare down death in a battle
That we are destined to lose.
We lead reckless lifestyles,
We forget who made us,
And the worst, we have no regrets.
We've forgotten.
Our future means nothing,
If we've forgotten our past.
Our lives don't matter,
If we can't find our hearts
In this sea of troubles.
We all need guidance;
We all need to remember who made us.

Also in memory of Scott Polaski.


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