One Dead You Will Be Dead Poem by Randy McClave

One day you will be dead
From what the paper will have said,
And no one will really care
And for you there will be not one single prayer.
You will be gone and will not be missed
Your lips or forehead will not be kissed,
There will be not one goodbye song
All will be surprised that you have lasted so long.
You will be remembered only for your lies
And the false tears that had watered your eyes,
And how you always enjoyed to judge
Plus, how you held tightly to hate and onto a grudge.
You'll be remembered of the times you were ashamed
And how you always falsely blamed,
Then finally you'll bring no more accusations or dread;
One day you will be dread.

Randy L. McClave