Die Alone Poem by Randy McClave

I am single
And I enjoy to mingle,
And most women have showed me why
That I am better off alone to die.
Every time that I have focus on somebody
She ended up using or lying to me,
I am so sick and tired of those childish games
And that there are in love with me claims.
All that I wanted was a woman who was devout
And about our love she would always shout,
A woman who would stand proudly at my side
Not a woman who would runaway or hide.
I wanted a woman who wouldn't constantly tell me lies
And who would treat me like a prize,
But, that woman I have not yet found
I doubtfully believe that she's anywhere around.
Yes I had found a woman once before
Who I wanted to happily give her all that I had and more,
I wanted to grow along with her forever
Our love I swore no one could ever sever.
I then lost faith with her from all of her broken promises
She became a hundred doubting Thomas's,
I couldn't believe whatever she would do or say
So, I just walked away.
Here I am now sitting in my old comfortable chair
As I rub my fingers through my hair,
For a partner you'll never see me cry or hear me moan
I am happily single, and I would rather just die all alone.

Randy L. McClave