The Rib Poem by Randy McClave

I am so very sorry that I made you cry
Why I did it, I still don't know why,
A man always counts out his worries and fears
And God counts out a woman's tears.
As we all know woman came from a man's rib
Even before she was placed in a crib,
She didn't come from a man's feet
So, she wouldn't be walked upon like the street.
She didn't come from man's head to be his superior
And treat man as though he is an inferior,
But, then God almighty did decide
To be his equal, she would come from man's side.
The rib from man that was collected
Was from under the arm to be protected,
Next to his heart were love is always stored
It was then placed in woman, to be loved and adored.

Randy L. McClave