Shunned Poem by Randy McClave

Some-days, I wished that I was shunned
With goodwill to my family and friends I would not fund,
I choose to be happy and peaceful and left all alone
Sometimes I wish that I am not noticed or even known.
It would be great not to hear the frequent knock upon my door
No one asking me for help or talking to me about the poor,
I would love to have a day that my phone would not ever ring
Especially with the worries and gossip that it always does bring.
Some people hate it to be rejected and ignored
But, for myself I have wished for it, and to others I have implored,
How I hope most of the time that no one would talk to me
I would be happy to be by myself, and avoided by society.
To be forsaken and forgotten it is my greatest thought
Solitude and peace is what that I have desperately sought,
With companionship, friendship, listening and talking I am done
Now all that I need for myself, is for others to shun.

Randy L. McClave