a man’s tear
That breaks my heart
And no, this is not sneer!
Though I was taught
true men don’t cry
And was asked to
leave
When aged ones grieved.
I was told they guard
No matter how hard!
They valiantly fight,
With all their might.
He needs no warmth,
no tissues no hugs.
If he were hurt -
he’d heal himself.
Yet, at the rare sight
Of a man’s
break-down
a 'weak' man, who no
longer
hides his fears
-
A father in distress
A beggar in misery
A soldier in agony
Or lovers in harmony.
I no longer run
Or look away
I extend my palm
and offer to stay.
And let him wail
While adjusting his shield
And give him, his
time
To fumble, and re-begin.
