Though I have been around the bend
I still don't have a girlfriend,
For awhile I haven't dated, to loneliness am I fated
Nowhere for my love to send.
I miss a woman's talk and touch
And her scent and her walk and the such,
Just for a night, to have a woman in my sight
My soul knows that's not asking for to much.
There is that woman way over there
One for which who I thought I did care,
Whenever I was needed, her words I heeded
Now her time for me she can't spare.
Out my window I look at the barren trees
Nowhere is there the birds or the leaves,
Winter has began, for the world and this man
Nature, like her is such an awful tease.
There is no woman for me to open the door
Nor her for me to compliment on the clothes she wore
She is not there, so with a smile I can stare
And sadly, that special woman for me to ask for.
So, I guess I will sit at home and I will wait
Just to take her out on a date,
But, if she doesn't call, I know that I will fall
Only God, will then then know my fate.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem