Dirt, Ashes And Dust Poem by Randy McClave

I have been used and I have been hurt
I've been stepped on and treated worse than dirt,
I have been a prey and treated unfairly
Many times punched in my stomach squarely.
I have been trampled on and also used
Twisted and turned about and around and confused,
Of course many times I was done very wrong
So, I never found a happy ending to my song.
I can't count the times that I stood on the ashes
While staring and tormented by her lovely eyelashes,
And the pain upon which I alone did toil
While still standing on the hurt on the same soil.
She told me to trust her as I stood on the ground
But, then later in the dirt my face was always found,
What she did to me I now believe it was a must,
Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust.

Randy L. McClave