Treats Her Like Muck Poem by Randy McClave

She left me because I wouldn't hurt
And because I wouldn't treat her like dirt,
She never understood the way that I treated her
And why I always bragged wherever we were.
I listened to every word that she had ever said
And everything that she wrote, I happily read,
But, for some odd reason she wasn't prepared for that
She was use to being a doormat.
She never expected or was allowed to sleep late
And she wasn't prepared not to ever debate,
She wasn't conditioned to not being blamed
Or not being mocked at, or ridiculed or shamed.
She wasn't use to being with a man like me
One who cared and worried about her continually,
And one who also never swore or ever cursed
And also because I had always put her first.
Every promise that I had ever made to her I solemnly kept
Never because of me had she ever wept,
She was the woman that I wanted for my bride
My love for her I could not ever hide.
No promises to her did I ever bend or break
Something I guess she wasn't used to, for goodness sake,
I swore to all that I wouldn't treat her hateful or grim
She then one day left me, for him.
Her I have never tricked or took for granted or used
Her I never lied to, or cheated on or tricked or abused,
Nightly unto God for her health and well being I would pray
And I would thank her for being with me every single day.
I remember proudly taking her to my church
I was so proud that I wanted to place her on a perch,
Now I truthfully wish her the very best of luck
Even though she left me, for a man who treats her like muck.

Randy L. McClave