The Old Maid Poem by Randy McClave

When she first came into this world
She immediately became daddy's little girl,
He then knew from that day that he would not get any rest
He would always be under pressure to give his daughter the very best.
Then unto God and man and whoever else wanted to listen
He swore that his daughter would never sweat, she would only glisten.

When his daughter grew and became a teen,
She became his princess, so he treated her like a queen,
Nothing or no one was too good for his precious daughter
From the clothes that she wore and even her drinking water.
Then when the boys came around knocking at his front door
He knew f they couldn't give her the very best, they had better knock no more

He knew that his daughter would never do without
Her ever wanting or needing he would always doubt,
Into her standards and soul though time his indulging he had embroiled
No one was good enough for his daughter, some now say that she is spoiled.
When she screamed or pouted her father was always there
He believed he was created just to answer his daughters every wish or prayer.

When his daughter had matured she became a lady
Some though said she became difficult and a little shady,
The woman that she became was from her father's pampering result
She came into the world as a child now she became a mollycoddled adult.
But, then like a fairytale the father died and her lifestyle he had betrayed
She now lives all alone with her cats, she has now became an old maid.

Randy L. McClave