6 A.M. - Poem by Randy McClave
She pounded on my front door, then she rang the bell
Of course no one answered, so she then began to yell;
A ruckus she was causing along with its mayhem
She then cursed and shouted to God, “it is almost 6 a.m.”!
She then went to my window to look inside for a peep,
Where was I, she probably thought, as she then began to weep.
She paced up and down my driveway off of the city block
While in her purse she looked again for the keys to my doors lock;
Did she not forget that we are not a couple, so I have them
She then shouted to the birds singing, “it is already 6 a.m.”!
She looked into my mailbox to see if there was any mail,
Was she looking for her bills, or a letter from another female?
She called my home phone and no one answered of course
As I am a single man now, who recently got a divorce;
Now my lifestyle she hates, and it she always tries to condemn
Then for a phone message she screams, “It is past 6 a.m.”!
Now I do what I want to do, or I'll go where I need to be,
Doesn't she remember, she’s the one who cheated on me.
She then left another note attached unto my front door
It reads, “can we not be together, today and forever more”;
Is that a truth that she wants, or is it a piece of a jealous whim
Of course it was signed by my Ex and, stating, “it is half past 6 a.m.”!
I unplugged my phone, locked my door, and tore up the note she left,
Then I went back to bed, with no guilt, or sadness or bereft.
I went back to sleep with no worries or pity at all
No woman I need to answer to, and of course no one I have to call;
I turned off my alarm clock and I went to sleep singing a hymn
Everyone I thought should be asleep, as it’s way past 6 a.m.
Of course to my Ex who is checking to see where I am or if I am awake,
If she needs or wants to talk, please wait until coffee and after eight.
Randy L. McClave
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