Alone, I Sit Poem by Randy McClave

In the bar alone I am now drinking
As I begin thinking,
About the woman of my past
And sadly how our relationship never did last.
So, here I am sitting all by myself
Like the ornate ornament on the top shelf,
I watch the women pass me by
They give me a smile, and I give them a sigh.
I never did any woman wrong
So, I sit and wait to listen to a sad, sad song,
Then when the song is being sung
In sadness my head will be hung.
Of her I was proud and never ashamed
Of her no problems were ever blamed,
My life and my future I placed in her loving hands
As one soul we made our plans.
In the corner all by myself alone I do sit
Unto no woman ever again will I flirt or submit,
As I think and I look back at all that I lost
But, not that of material products of cost.
I lost feelings and thoughts and faith and belief
And that of trust and honesty and care which I did bequeath,
Now I place my hand unto my chin
I wonder, why not I wasn't allowed to win.
With me, she never did without
Unlike others at her I never did abuse or shout,
I always wantonly and happily put her first
As I think, have I been cursed.
In the bar alone I am still sitting
Truths unto God and my soul I am now admitting,
Truly indeed a good woman is hard to find
Like a precious diamond that has been mined.
Alone I sit at my table
Knowing in myself I am always caring, nice and able,
In my soul and manhood there is no kink
I happily realize that, as I swallow my drink.

Randy L. McClave