You Called Me Poem by Randy McClave

You Called Me



When I was suffering you didn't care
You never once called or gave me a prayer,
You never came knocking at my front door
Or ever asked me if I needed anything at the store.
You never called just to see how I was doing
Or what thoughts or dreams that I might be pursuing,
And not once did you ever asked how I was feeling
Or even asked me when I was sick and healing.
Never not once did you ever call just wanting to talk
Never once did you ever visit me just for a walk
And never not once did you asked me about my problems at all
Never once did you ever make that call.
Whenever you needed a ride I happily picked you up
Whenever you was thirsty I always filled your cup,
And whenever you were hungry you I fed
Even from my own dinner plate I gave you my eggs and bread.
Whenever you needed a dollar I gave you a loan
You swore to me that you'd pay me back to atone,
But, that dollar or the next dollar I never ever saw again
Promises by you, were just a sin.
You were never there for me just as a friend
You were never there to comfort or to help my heart mend,
The only reason that you ever came over to my home
It was because you needed something for me to loan.
I never called or bothered you with my problems or debt
Because, I didn't want you to be worried or upset,
When I called or visited you all of those times as I did
It was because my care for you, could not be hid.
When I was sick you sometimes came to my castle
You came to use or borrow or to hide from a hassle,
You never came to visit me just because of your soul
That type of care or kindness was never, ever your goal.
You didn't care about me, all that you cared about was you
And how I could always first help you through
Because, whenever you needed help in any form or degree
You always called me.

Randy L. McClave

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Randy McClave

Randy McClave

Ashland, Kentucky
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