Will Submit Poem by Randy McClave

They hate me, and they despise me,
What more can I say;
Unless soon that they will be happy,
On that one fateful day,
Then they will have no more fear,
Or ever a kind word;
And of course they will not shed a tear,
And certainly, my name will be slurred;
But, I do not care,
On the feelings they have about me,
I still give them a prayer,
And also a smile and my sympathy;
They can hate me all that they want,
I will never tell them to quit,
But my ghost, them it will haunt;
Then unto my words, they will submit.

Randy L. McClave