Randy McClave Poems
|1321.||One More Round||12/18/2013|
|1322.||We Will Die||9/25/2012|
|1324.||The World Inherited||10/21/2017|
|1325.||Impressing A Woman||10/26/2017|
|1326.||Once Sticks And Stones||9/16/2017|
|1328.||Looking At You||11/3/2017|
|1329.||Rose For A Rose||3/23/2011|
|1333.||The Scottish Dance||8/19/2012|
|1334.||Becoming A Man||7/4/2014|
|1335.||I Am My Father's Son||7/24/2009|
|1338.||Let's Build The Wall||2/26/2016|
|1341.||Knowing Of A Tree||7/27/2009|
|1345.||Bring Me Flowers||8/7/2009|
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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 asked Robert Burns
What inside his soul yearns,
He looked at me and then he spoke
But, then I awoke.
Then I pondered if I had knowed him,
I then wrote a poem.
I spoke to David Hume
As I stood outside his tomb,