Another Man

I held her arm to help her stand To which I believe destiny had planned, Pity from me she then quickly did claim She didn't have a penny to her name. She had not a career or even a job And of course I didn't want her to take or rob, So, I helped her out whenever that I could As a true Christian always should. She told me how her boyfriend abused her And his exes instead of her he would prefer, And his favorite deed and easiest route Was to always help someone else instead of her out. I instead treated her like a Queen To her I was never judgmental, uncaring or mean, I don't smoke or drink or swear or curse And I have never went through a woman's wallet or purse. She told me that she was divorced Because, being a couple was not ever being enforced, So, she lives with whoever that she can Another month, maybe another man. She has been around the block many, many times And God only knows of her indiscretions and crimes, One day sadly I know that she might get cancer Maybe, that will be Karma's revenge as an answer. She enjoys being with men who will treat her bad As though her existence for living is to make a man glad, And one more fact and an honest brag worthy certainty She'll never find another man like me. Randy L. McClave