Now He Is Dead Poem by Randy McClave

Look at his house and all of the cars in his lot,
All that I have wanted, he's got.
I think about his possessions and all of his cash,
What I call expensive, he probably calls trash.
They say that he was likable and a leader of men,
Around the world, he had been.
Everything that I had dreamed for and wanted done,
He already accomplished it, for fun.
He had the very finest tailored and designer clothes,
Everything that I wanted, I suppose.
I heard many beautiful women he knew and also dated,
While on romance sites, I waited.
He probably ate at the finest restaurants as a breadwinner,
While alone I ate, a TV dinner.
Throughout his life he must have been very well read,
But, now he is dead.

Randy L. McClave