Randy McClave Poems
|1281.||Let's Build The Wall||2/26/2016|
|1282.||Two Sides To Every Story||1/13/2011|
|1285.||Becoming A Man||7/4/2014|
|1286.||Knowing Of A Tree||7/27/2009|
|1290.||Bring Me Flowers||8/7/2009|
Bring Me Flowers
Bring me flowers when I am living
Don't bring me them when I am dead,
Let me enjoy them in the giving
My mother always had said.
Let me hold them in my hands
And smell their fragrant scent,
Then I will reminisce of different lands
Before; I am heaven sent.
I will reflect back when I was young
Or, I might think back not long ago,
When I walked underneath the sun
Or, when I felt the wind as it blowed.
Bring me flowers when I am here
Please don't wait until I am gone,
So, I might reflect to a different year
And my memories will last on.
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.