Separated Or Married Poem by Randy McClave

On the one hand she says she is separated,
But, then on the other hand she says she is married,
On the one hand she is wearing a wedding ring,
And on the other hand her beliefs they are varied.

On the one hand she is neither married nor single,
That of course is her belief and not the law of this land,
She always uses her hand which serves her own needs,
But, she must keep the ring upon that one hand.

On the one hand she says she is a good woman,
But, then she is looking in the mirror at her own reflection,
Her hands they are wrinkled and scarred and blemished,
So, she doesn't see the lies the poison or the infection.

On the one hand she says that she is and was a good wife,
Then on the other hand she is not a wife to any man,
But, then she just looks only at her own two hands,
On either hand she thinks all others she is better than.

On the one hand she thinks she is a good person,
But, that other hand she keeps it covered up and hid,
On, the other hand she sees an un-grasping hand,
Those hands are never used for prayer or help, may GOD forbid.

Randy L. McClave