Manly Tears
The manly ones are always so proper and
prim
And think they've seen it all from beginning
to end:
The world so dark and dim and life so cold
and grim,
And then the death of feeling the death
of a friend.
I wonder where love has gone and why hope
still lives
Beyond what every strength must endure
and has known:
That there are some things only God or
Death forgives
And how lovely it sometimes is...to be
alone!
But I wonder how courageous it is to cry
When they are the heartfelt tears of a
stoic soul!
And how much easier it is to live and die
Than pretend forbearance has made you strong
and whole.
I have had enough of those who never sink
or swim
And more than enough of feeling ashamed
of feeling.
Though the world is dark and dim and life
is cold and grim,
The truth that the truth reveals is always
revealing!
For passionate love should be the same for
everyone
And not some emotion the stars blot out
when they shine.
Though my eyes are tearful only when they
see the sun,
For sure, any man who can cry, is a friend
of mine.
