My Last Tear Poem by Randy McClave

When I meet my creator at my judgment
A tear in my hand to him will be my only present,
I will not present him with a list of people that I have hated
Nor, will I show him the lives that I had soured and fated.
I wished that I could give God a list of people that I had saved or healed
But, Instead my true self unto God will be revealed,
I know there are just two things that we are charged for in this life
One is to live with our mistakes, and the other is to learn from our strife.
The people that I had loved I had loved them deeply
I had loved them honestly and also completely,
But, from my life they all did slowly disappear
Here of course, is that tear.
Upon that judgment day when to my creator I am announced
I hope that he will not let my soul be renounced,
In my hand to my creator I will present him my last tear
Which was created by sobbing and worrying that I had refused to hear.
The tear is for the times that I had refused to live
We are charged with just two tasks in life that is to help and to give,
We all make mistakes as long as we are alive
This is the tear that I cried for wanting to just survive.
I wished that more people I had helped and cared for
Then I would know that my soul would be happy forever more,
When people had needed help, sadly I was never spiritually here
So, I will present unto God my very last tear.

Randy L. McClave