My Choice

I would rather be alone and very poor While always craving and wanting more, Knowing not of kindness and helping and love There to ever again be where I was. I would rather walk upon broken glass Than upon warm sand walking towards a lass, Never I swear will I make another horrible mistake At least not while I am sober and awake. I would rather give away all that I own And spend the rest of my life all alone, I would rather speak forever in a misunderstanding slur Than to ever speak again to her. I would rather be with the sinful who no longer believes I would rather stand with a band of thieves, And I'd rather walk alone on frozen streets Than to be with a woman who lies and cheats. Randy L. McClave