At My Side

Come sit by my side
My mate did say
So we can talk about things,
Before it is yesterday.
We can talk about us
We can talk about love
We can even talk about you
Or we can sit and smile.
If you would only come,
And sit for a while.
Lets forget about our worries
And our Child and work for one day
Lets think about us again
For time quickly passes away.
Come sit by my bed
My mate cried on
Because the more I think
The quicker time passes on.
What's the greatness of victory
If no one comes to see you win
What's the might in any wealth
If no one knows where you had been.
Tomorrow is my enemy
While today and yesterday a friend
Lets talk and enjoy each other awhile
Before the coldness enters the wind.
Though I never came and sat at Her side
In those many days She use to say
Now I am alone and I always cry,
For now I come and sit at Her grave.

Randy L. McClave

poem by Randy McClave
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