I wrote
On a note
Words to live by
Words to point me to life
Words to warn of the danger
Of how neglect will lead in to strife
I wrote
On a note
At eye level
Words that I could not ignore
To ensure I would level with them often
Placed prophetically next to the door
I wrote
On a note
About stewardship
About how you're one but you're not
If you never take time for accounting
You lose if you refuse to take stock
And passing that note on the daily
Always thinking 'yes,
I must get round to address that'.
My words (and yours) now condemn me
As I pass by, on loop, in my flat.
My best intentions
They have undone me
A doer of words that I've heard
Is better than hearing more often
And never obeying a word.
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