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.
God And Me
If you wonder who ate the last piece of pie
Or who had told your friends that one big lie,
Or who had gone out and defaced your old oak tree;
That secret is known by only God and me.
If you wondered who had stole your newspaper
Or who had prank called you in that daring caper,
Or who had soaped your windows and then did flee;
Well, that secret is known by only God and me.