Owed Me A Dollar Poem by Randy McClave

He owed me another dollar
He wouldn't pay me back a penny,
After I would scream and holler
He wouldn't pay me back any.
He would then give me his excuses
On why he couldn't pay me back then,
On the loan and it's uses
I would then always ask and beg him when.
He would buy himself nice things
And he would go to the nicest restaurants to eat,
Something you do when wealth brings
He would always get himself that extra treat.
I was worried and I stayed stressed
About the dollar that he owed me,
I stayed sad, worried and I was depressed
Even though I wasn't poor or going hungry.
I then thought why was that dollar needed
Was it for a true necessity,
More thoughts and visions then preceded
Was he going out for a good time in the city.
I would worry about that one dollar all night
And I would think about it all the day,
My friend I then wanted to smite
Then for forgiveness unto God I would pray.
At night I then couldn't sleep
In the morning I would call him and pace the floor,
I wished that dollar I did keep
But then! in remembrance I worried no more.
I remembered what my mom once had said
About loaning money, not to ever expect it back,
Even if it temporarily puts you in the red
That way you'll avoid worries, and a heart attack.

Randy L. McClave