If I were engaged
I would feel outraged,
If all feelings were staged
And if I were caged.
Never having my needs or wants or cares
While they are keeping theirs,
Only finding loss and needing repairs
Begging for help only in prayers.
If I thought that I was being used
Only to be tricked and abused,
Staying mixed up and confused
And all my desires being refused.
If seemingly for them I only live
Learning to become adaptive,
And always feeling and being combative
While being held emotionally their captive.
Thinking as I have aged
A war again will never be waged,
And if for wants in my life I raged
I would not be engaged.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem