Secrets Poem by Randy McClave

I once held myself a secret
But then it was told,
How could anyone be so impetuous
And also so very bold,
To tell of a secret
That they had sworn to keep,
Now it was not a secret of ours anymore
My honor they did reap.

When my secret once was told
It became a secret no more.
Now everyone had the knowledge
Of what had made one suffer or even sore,
It was best to be kept unknown
And that secret told to nobody,
But then someone trusted me with their secret
So now there were us three,
Then the three became four
Then the four became ten,
More people began to know
Of one person's mistake and or sin,
A secret is best to be kept a secret
Not to be told to anyone else,
Lock it away if you must forever
Don't tell it to anyone just keep it to yourself.

There once was a secret
It was supposed to be hidden and concealed,
And no one else knew of it
But then unto others it was revealed,
Some people cannot keep a secret
Whether in the mind or in a dresser drawer,
Best thing to know is we all like to talk
So please don't tell me a secret any more.


Randy L. McClave