Randy McClave Poems
|1521.||We Will Die||9/25/2012|
|1522.||Once Sticks And Stones||9/16/2017|
|1523.||The World Inherited||10/21/2017|
|1525.||End Of The Road||9/4/2018|
|1528.||Without A Prayer||9/27/2018|
|1529.||Be A Boxer Then||9/28/2018|
|1530.||Wildlife From My Cottage||11/24/2018|
|1532.||The Scottish Dance||8/19/2012|
|1533.||I Am My Father's Son||7/24/2009|
|1536.||Let's Build The Wall||2/26/2016|
|1539.||She Said That I Was Funny -new-||12/12/2018|
|1540.||Becoming A Man||7/4/2014|
|1542.||Knowing Of A Tree||7/27/2009|
|1544.||A Child And A Gun||5/29/2018|
|1547.||Bring Me Flowers||8/7/2009|
|1548.||Then He Cried||3/6/2018|
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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 ...
If it were not for a beer
Many of us would not be here,
We would still be a gleam in our father's eye
If it wasn't for that whiskey or rye.
Then there would be that one less tear.
Many of us, have not the nerve
Like the Romeos that we've seen and did observe,
With the lies and stories for us to bestow