My Choice Poem by Randy McClave

I would rather be alone and very poor
While always craving and wanting more,
Knowing not of kindness and helping and love
There to ever again be where I was.

I would rather walk upon broken glass
Than upon warm sand walking towards a lass,
Never I swear will I make another horrible mistake
At least not while I am sober and awake.

I would rather give away all that I own
And spend the rest of my life all alone,
I would rather speak forever in a misunderstanding slur
Than to ever speak again to her.

I would rather be with the sinful who no longer believes
I would rather stand with a band of thieves,
And I'd rather walk alone on frozen streets
Than to be with a woman who lies and cheats.

Randy L. McClave