Randy McClave Poems
|1401.||My Home Town||11/10/2010|
|1402.||One More Round||12/18/2013|
|1403.||We Will Die||9/25/2012|
|1404.||Once Sticks And Stones||9/16/2017|
|1405.||The World Inherited||10/21/2017|
|1407.||I Am White||4/10/2018|
|1409.||The Scottish Dance||8/19/2012|
|1412.||Let's Build The Wall||2/26/2016|
|1415.||Becoming A Man||7/4/2014|
|1416.||Knowing Of A Tree||7/27/2009|
|1418.||A Child And A Gun||5/29/2018|
|1420.||I Am My Father's Son||7/24/2009|
|1422.||Then He Cried||3/6/2018|
|1423.||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 went to bed the other night
And woke up with a terrible fright
I dreamed I saw Christ the Lord
And I helped nail Him to the board
Pain and agony in his eye
And me a wishing He would only die
For what kind of GOD could he be
If He even couldn't set himself free.