I Was There For Her Poem by Randy McClave

She contacted me more than once or twice
Always for help or money, never for advice,
And then when I needed with someone to consort
She hid away in her own glass fort;
I was always paying the price.

When she needed help I was always there
Sometimes with cash, but always with a prayer,
And when for that help I was that chancer
My calls she would ignore, she would never answer;
Only I did truly care.

When she was in tears I would always try to help her
I was her bank, her store, and also her chauffeur,
Never did I ask her for anything in return
Sadly from my experiences I never did learn;
I would always let it occur.

My belief and my faith in her would never harden
It was a commitment I made and I never sought a pardon,
She wasn't my wife, but with her I wanted more
I knew one day that she'd come singing to my door;
As Eve tricked Adam, while in the garden.

I decided that tough love must be there for her falls
I must finally show her and the world that I had balls,
Never again by her will I be tricked or used
Even in pain and sympathy I will not be swindled or abused;
There were no dates or even calls.

I now sit back and think what could had been
Then I think that scenario is thought of by many men,
I probably wasn't her first, and I definitely won't be her last
Someday again for money or help from me she will ask;
I just don't know where or when.

Randy L. McClave