How I'll Treat Them

I remember them treating me like dirt They didn't care when I did hurt, They used me only for my cash Then they later treated me like trash. They liked me only for what I owned They never cared when in pain I moaned, Unto me they just lied and cheated Unto me they just used and mistreated. To no-one with a smile was I ever mentioned or named As though of me they were embarrassed or ashamed, But, in them I believed and I always trusted I finally got sick and tired and disgusted. One day I know that I will get the chance When I will see them all again in a glance, It will be my turn to treat them the way that they treated me Then when we meet, I will just walk away proudly. Randy L. McClave