Thirty-Third Blow Poem by Randy McClave

Thirty-Third Blow



t will take one blow to break a board
And it will take two blows to drive a nail
It will take four blows to knockdown a wall
And it takes more than five blows for a tree to fell.

I will not be taken down with just one blow
That last blow will be the one that I preferred
When we all die, as dying will be a must
I probably will be taken down by the thirty-third.

It took two blows to break my arm
And it took four blows to break my leg
It took nine blows to break my spirit
But, from that pain and agony I did not beg.

Those blows that I take only I will feel
As I have already received the first ten blows
And when I receive my life's final strike
When and where that blow comes from, only GOD knows.

Randy L. McClave

Friday, May 9, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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Ashland, Kentucky
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