Randy McClave Poems
|82.||Who Are You||8/17/2010|
|86.||Planted A Flower||9/23/2010|
|87.||The Working Man||9/28/2010|
|88.||Count The Tears||10/6/2010|
|90.||Years Do Come||10/6/2010|
|91.||Goes Around, Comes Around||10/6/2010|
|92.||Around My Neck||10/6/2010|
|94.||You're Not A Lady||10/15/2010|
|96.||When I Leave||9/24/2010|
|98.||Tears Of Years||9/25/2010|
|99.||Cross On A Chain||9/25/2010|
|100.||Like Her Mum||10/31/2010|
|103.||If I Were A Poem||11/10/2010|
|105.||Watching The River Flow||11/10/2010|
|106.||I Would Not Cry||11/15/2010|
|107.||How Could You||11/15/2010|
|109.||Blames The Mother||11/17/2010|
|112.||Flowers Take Your Bow||11/21/2010|
|113.||How Do You Live With Yourself||11/27/2010|
|114.||Why Is Everybody Fighting?||12/9/2010|
|115.||The Little Man||11/11/2010|
|116.||What Does It Show||11/11/2010|
|117.||Ring For Freedom||11/11/2010|
|118.||You Are My Light||11/10/2010|
|120.||Come, My Lady||12/9/2010|
Comments about Randy McClave
Then He Cried
When he left his mother and the doctor spanked his hide
In that delivery room he then first cried,
But, that cry that he uttered so proudly and loud
Was a proclamation to all, that he'll make his mother proud.
As a young boy he and his mother walked hand in hand
She taught him that one day alone he must make his stand,
So, in defeat he would not ever give up, but again he would try
And not once ever in a loss, did he cry.
The man that he became was not crafted from a father or brother
It was from the desire and the love from his mother,
Now, the man ...
I am me.
For being the way I am.
To be myself, and on one else.
Myself, being a man.
Though I will make mistakes,
And I will ask for help,
But that will be me.
And it wont be anyone else.