Randy McClave Poems
|1321.||Empty Picture Frame||4/21/2011|
|1322.||Two Sides To Every Story||1/13/2011|
|1323.||My Home Town||11/10/2010|
|1324.||One More Round||12/18/2013|
|1325.||We Will Die||9/25/2012|
|1327.||Once Sticks And Stones||9/16/2017|
|1328.||The World Inherited||10/21/2017|
|1329.||Looking At You||11/3/2017|
|1330.||Impressing A Woman||10/26/2017|
|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.
Crossing The Street
As a pedestrian sadly I have no right
Especially when there is no traffic light,
Whenever I cross the street, I always take a chance
With life or death, to continue or end my romance.
I always look both ways as I always do
Then here comes a speeding car out of the blue,
But, there is no red light telling them to, "STOP"!
Soon with the car, I probably will be lying on top.