How I'll Treat Them Poem by Randy McClave

I remember them treating me like dirt
They didn't care when I did hurt,
They used me only for my cash
Then they later treated me like trash.
They liked me only for what I owned
They never cared when in pain I moaned,
Unto me they just lied and cheated
Unto me they just used and mistreated.
To no-one with a smile was I ever mentioned or named
As though of me they were embarrassed or ashamed,
But, in them I believed and I always trusted
I finally got sick and tired and disgusted.
One day I know that I will get the chance
When I will see them all again in a glance,
It will be my turn to treat them the way that they treated me
Then when we meet, I will just walk away proudly.

Randy L. McClave