Why I Won't Answer The Door Poem by Randy McClave

If I don't answer my front door
I just couldn't wait any more,
No need for you to knock or ring the bell
That I wanted and needed to tell.
And before you take another puff
I figured out already I had already waited long enough,
I was the good guy that you were told all about
But, you had counted me out.
I gave you whatever that you wanted
And your feelings towards me were undaunted,
You loved me you once did confess
You were a really good actress.
I truly am the last nice guy
Because, I don't cheat, abuse, beg, borrow or lie,
I would have treated you right
And about you I would paint and write.
No bad habits do I have or own
I don't smoke or drink and my house I do own,
No person would I have ever put in front of you
Because, I wanted us to be two.
You cheated, so you decided to happily leave me
Now, my soul and my heart is spiritually free,
You can now be with whoever you want to be with
That is a fact, and not a myth.
You have never heard me swear or accuse or curse
No hurt or pain to you did I ever disperse,
And as I think to way back then
In no manners were you my twin.
I treated you the way that you should had been treated
But, you stole, broke promises and cheated,
And you decided to be with others who made you feel sad
And strangely enough, that makes you happy and glad.
Now others are at my door excitedly knocking
Unto none of them am I ever balking,
I am the type of man that they are looking for
So, for them I have opened the door.

Randy L. McClave