Randy McClave Poems

Death will come to us one an all
Maybe in the springtime or even in the fall
Or even in the summertime or maybe the winter
But, whom knows when death might enter.
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Have you ever heard the House Wren sing
To its mate just to satisfy,
You might say no, but you've seen them take wing
And to hear it? Well, neither have I.
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From every grain of sand
That falls from my hand
Through my fingers to the ground
To utter but not a sound,
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One thing that I have heard
As I have often been told
Was the grass is always greener
On the other side of the road,
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Footprints in the sand
As deep as they might be,
Will someday be washed away
By the wind, or by the sea.
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Come sit by my side
My mate did say,
So, we can talk about things
Before it is yesterday.
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A world without a Tree
Would be a World without me
It would be a World I wouldn't know
A place where beauty isn't shown.
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Will I suffer
Because you like me to suffer
Just to live in torment and pain,
Where all my sunshine's are dead
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I feel the warmth of the sunshine
And the blowing of the wind
Then in my ear, her voice I do hear
It is that of the lovely Kim.
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If I could live this life again,
If I knew that I would never die
I would then give my being,
To your joy never ending
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