Donna, Donna, Donna Poem by Randy McClave

Donna, Donna, Donna

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Hey Donna, Donna, Donna
When are you coming home,
Your daughters are still asleep
And I am here all alone,
You have been out every night
And now I am wide awake,
Hurry and come home to me please;
Before it is daybreak.

It is early in the morning
Time for your girls to go to school,
And it's time for me to leave for work
Why are you being so cruel,
You leave our house almost every night
Whenever I and your girls are asleep,
Where are you going my dear love
Don’t you hear your children weep.

Hey Donna, Donna, Donna
When I am asleep why do you sneak out,
Is there another man involved
And you don't want to hear me shout,
You are my wife and my everything
You are my life and my only one,
But, when I wake up on those cold nights
I noticed that from our bed you are gone.

Maybe you went out to buy groceries
Or maybe to visit a sick friend,
Maybe you went to clear your head of thoughts
Or perhaps someones heart you went to mend,
Your daughters are back to sleep
They say they will cry for you no more,
They know that when morning comes around
You will be at their bedroom door.

Hey Donna, Donna, Donna
Please tell me where have you been,
I don't think you've been to an all night church
Because I smell the cologne of other men,
Your daughters they are not crying
But, they are still asking all about you,
Who knows maybe when they both get older
They might be sneaking out of the house too.

I am going back to our bed
If you need me you know where I am,
I got to go to work early in the morning
And when I leave, the door I won't slam,
I got to stop this worrying
About where you're going or where you're at,
Oh Donna, Donna, Donna
I am so tired, and I hate being a diplomat.

Randy L. McClave

Sunday, October 18, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: cheating,wife
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Ashland, Kentucky
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