I've been used and I've been hurt
I have been treated worse than dirt,
When help was pleaded, I was used when needed
Then friends and loved ones did desert.
People are dying to the right and left
Many are left in bereft,
Many are still holding grudges, life's smudges
Their heart emotionally stolen in a theft.
With you I am very good
This I hope you have clearly understood,
I hope you love and peace, wishing it to never cease
As in my forgiveness I know that I should.
Holding grudges that is not me
I am good and happy with everybody,
Even with the ones, who treated me and others like pawns
I'm happy and forgiving if you would only look and see.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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