Time Is Running Out Poem by Randy McClave

Time is running out for me
I don't think that I'll be as happy as I want to be,
As I have traveled both near and far
On my soul, others have left a terrible scar.
My heart has been broken and has been bruised
As I have been tricked and also used,
I thought that I had many caring friends
But, they all treated me like their odds and ends.
Now as I am getting much wiser and older
I cannot cry on anyone's shoulder,
There are tears and worries still hidden on my face
Which only God Almighty, can ever erase.
I wanted a relationship ever so badly
To achieve one I would had done anything gladly,
But, then she never came along
So, I write about her in poems where she does belong.
I am older, but my soul is still very young
And one day God will motion me to come,
And all alone I will walk upon that golden path
Then, I will be relieved and I will smile and laugh.
I will always be honest and caring and kind
Those attributes I hope to leave behind,
And when outside my window alone that I stare
I know that for everyone, I had been there.
Who knows how much time that I have left
Or, if forever I will be bereft,
All that I know is after I count one, two and then three
Time, is running out for me.

Randy L. McClave