The Chase Poem by Randy McClave

The Chase



I chased and I chased, but she was faster
She made me a complete disaster,
I thought for sure that we were a match
But, the harder I tried, she I could never catch.
Her and I once went out to a dinner
I thought that I was the champion on the chariot, the winner,
But, then when I went to kiss that beautiful face
She took off running, and she started a new race.
So, I texted and I texted, occasionally she would answer
She runs so fast as if she is a prancer,
But, now I have decided to give the chase a rest
I became the hamster on the wheel, the pest.
Everyday I was seemingly on the prowl
But, I refused to give up on her, or throw in the proverbial towel,
Defeat, or loss daily those thoughts I did refuse
Then I went out and I bought me some new running shoes.
The run was good, when I ran
But, that chase I finally surrendered to says this man,
She was the one that I had soulfully desired
But, I am now defeated and beat, and I am so tired.

Randy L. McClave

Tuesday, July 9, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: desire,female,love,man,woman
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Sadly, based on a true story.. mine
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kim Barney 09 July 2019

Don't give up, Randy! Think of a way to make her want to chase YOU!

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Randy McClave

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Ashland, Kentucky
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