The pain splattered
silence shattered
doesn’t matter.

The dusty plaster
shaped and placed
by the hands of master
doesn’t matter.

The feel of the drill
spinning its screwy will
into white washed walls
doesn’t matter.

But the days missed
cause we were working this
sweaty ambition
chasing the highest position
in our money situation,

Those lost moments
with family and friends
making them wait
till work ends
before we can tell ‘em
that we love them,

It is that time that
will not come again
that Matters.