Last Judgment Poem by Randy McClave

Last Judgment



When I meet my creator at the last judgment
A tear in my hand to him will be my only present,
I will not present him with a list of people that I have hated
Nor, will I show him the lives that I had soured and that I fated,
I wish that I could give him a list of people that I had saved or healed
But I can't! But happily there is no souls that I neglected or killed;
I know there are just two things that we are charged for in this life,
One is to live with our mistakes, and the other is to learn from our strife.

Upon that judgment day when to my creator I am announced
I hope that he will not let my soul be renounced,
In my hand to my creator I will present him my last tear
Which will be created by sobbing and worrying that I had refused to hear,
I hope for him to show me pity from the life that I did live
Then on my knees to him, I will plead and beg him to forgive;
We are all just charged with just two tasks to which we will condemn,
One is that we all make mistakes, and the other is that we will learn from them.

Randy L. McClave

Thursday, February 5, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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Ashland, Kentucky
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