Her Wedding Dress Poem by Randy McClave

She bought herself a wedding dress
She wants to get married,
That's her dream she does confess
Over the threshold she wants to be carried.
Though she has been married before
I guess that one never counted,
Being married again she does implore
In that venue she pleads to be accounted.
In her closet hangs her wedding gown
Never has it ever been worn,
It's unused and she's sad with her frown
And she does constantly silently mourn.
In her closet is also holds her other dresses
And her slacks and jeans and skirts,
How many she owns is anyone's guesses
As she goes out and work and play and flirts.
All women dream about their wedding day
How beautiful it will be,
And the words that they will always say
That will forever change their destiny.
Some women always will remain girlfriends
They're never good enough to be wives,
They're used for fun on the weekends
They are just a franchise.
Some women are meant to wed
And some women you just want to date,
Some women are old maids when their dead
Some women seal their own fate.
Her wedding dress she will never wear
As she sits alone eating her cereal,
At it still ponders and does stare
Knowing why she's not marriage material.

Randy L. McClave