Finishing Last

Good men do finish last I've learned that from my own past, I was ignored, tricked and disgraced Then, I was replaced. I met her and she was overlooked and neglected She wasn't honored or respected, She was physically and mentally abused And she was used. She was taken for granted and torn down Her heart wore a frown, She then decided she didn't deserve anything better As was constantly told her. Then her and I one day had met I gave her a look of happiness and not regret, Soon, to my joy we became a pair God, I had believed answered my prayer. I am a very good man She then quickly noticed as my goodness began, I never ever lied or tricked or cheated And I never yelled or hit or mistreated. She was use to being with bad men Those who believed not in love, but only sin, Who only cared about was themselves And never no one else. She didn't know how to accept the love that I gave She didn't know how not to be treated as a slave, And all from me that she received She thought it was all an act to be deceived. She was in a different state of mind She was suspicious when I was being kind, Sadly she seemed to be always carrying her bags Then she started looking for red flags. I gave her grace and also time Even though I never committed a crime, Never did I swear or cursed or even shout But, she mentally checked out. She wanted a relationship with me no more As she had once a long time before, She then began treating me like dirt But, from her and her soul I refused to desert. I was no more wanted As I became depressed and hurt and daunted, Because, of how bad men had treated her And in her mind she knew where they still were. Because of her past I was punished and penalized I was used and hurt and chastised, Because, in love I truly thought that I could and can Because, I am a very good man. Randy L. McClave