Not A Saint Poem by Randy McClave

Indeed, indeed, I am not a saint,
And of course I am not the devil,
If I were on the scales of good and bad;
I think I would probably be level.
Though I hope and I try my best to be good,
But sometimes what I do, it is in error,
I am at the crossroads of both sin and morality,
Badges and wounds of both sides I am the wearer.
From my acts and deeds I know I will be judged,
So, I really try my best to be both honest and good;
But sin and temptation is all around me,
And sometimes sinning seems to be my livelihood.
I have never cheated or have been unfaithful;
Those are the badges that I proudly do wear;
But I have been selfish and also ungrateful;
Those are the wounds on my soul that I bare.
I am not a saint and indeed I am not a bad sinner,
I am not good enough for heaven or bad enough for hell,
So after my death I wonder where my eternity will be spent;
Or maybe, I will go to neither, but will be sent to jail.

Randy L. McClave