But, Still I Wait Poem by Randy McClave

She told me that she'd pay me back
All the money that she did borrow,
But, honesty her words do lack
As it is already another tomorrow.
But, still I wait.

She told me to return all of the presents
That she had presented and given to me,
But, I already returned all the gifts and contents
My soul needed to be happy.
But, still I wait.

She told me that she would happily return
All the products that I let her use,
But, returning them wasn't her concern
All she did was to give another excuse.
But, still I wait.

She never apologized for her lies
Or how she used and took advantage of me,
But, I remember the words of the wise
There is even a reason why a bird is free
But, still I wait.

Randy L. McClave