Randy McClave Poems
|1362.||A Soldier's Belief||2/5/2015|
|1364.||Empty Picture Frame||4/21/2011|
|1365.||Two Sides To Every Story||1/13/2011|
|1366.||My Home Town||11/10/2010|
|1367.||I Hate You||4/14/2016|
|1369.||One More Round||12/18/2013|
|1370.||We Will Die||9/25/2012|
|1371.||Once Sticks And Stones||9/16/2017|
|1372.||The World Inherited||10/21/2017|
|1374.||I Am White||4/10/2018|
|1375.||Rose For A Rose||3/23/2011|
|1378.||The Scottish Dance||8/19/2012|
|1379.||I Am My Father's Son||7/24/2009|
|1382.||Let's Build The Wall||2/26/2016|
|1384.||Knowing Of A Tree||7/27/2009|
|1388.||Becoming A Man||7/4/2014|
|1391.||Bring Me Flowers||8/7/2009|
|1392.||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 ...
I am me.
For being the way I am.
To be myself, and on one else.
Myself, being a man.
Though I will make mistakes,
And I will ask for help,
But that will be me.
And it wont be anyone else.