My Demise Poem by Randy McClave

This will be my epitaph
Sad, but it will make many joke and laugh,
It's all about my painful demise
Caused by people with desires in their eyes.
The words on my tombstone I hope all to read
And for your own life, please take heed,
What happened to me could happen to you
And it will if you don't keep these words true.
When unto me anyone ever pleaded
I gave them money and help whenever needed,
I gave to my family and friends and also to the poor
Now, I have no more.
It's now hard for me to pay or control my debts
Which fills my soul with pain and regrets,
I never asked or pleaded for any type of help
I am now alone and all my myself.
The people that I have helped they have all left
In my belief and care there was a theft,
In me they see no more help or any more dollars
No more are they my friends or my callers.
I was left abandoned on the side of the road
Where I carry such a very heavy load,
Though alone I sit and I ponder and I cry
Because, the people that I had helped quickly passes me by.

"Here lies the once proud and the brave"
"6 foot down in his grave",
"He helped whenever that he could"
"And he gave donations when he knew he should".
"He gave the very shirt off of his back"
"If anyone needed it or did ask",
"He truly was a caring and a helpful dude"
"But, he died because he donated all of his money and all of his food".

Randy L. McClave