I was loved when I was needed
And when other requests I heeded,
And when my time and comfort I shared
For me and only then they all cared.
But, when I wasn't beneficial to them
Their life became very sad and grim,
Their problems became my own fault
And their lies and gossip they would not halt.
I will forgive, but I will not ever forget
And helping others, I will not ever quit,
I will not use others or will I ever hate
And they can't change my destiny, or my fate.
No longer will I be tricked or used
Nor will I be judged or falsely accused,
I have locked those memories in my dresser drawer
By them, I am loved no more.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem