Men are taught
all of their lives,
It's
weakness for them to cry...
An image that's
instilled in them,
I'll never
understand why.
They keep
their feelings hidden,
Inside
and out of sight...
For softness is
forbidden,
Unlike display
of might.
I
much prefer a real man,
Who
understands that pain...
Goes
hand in hand with heartache,
Like clouds go
with the rain.
Yet tenderness,
compassion,
That
tempers mans nature...
Gives him
stature in a way,
Adds strength for each
venture.
Show me the
man who's not ashamed,
To admit
his soft side...
One who
confesses there are times,
When even he has
cried.
For tears are
not a weakness,
But cleansing of the
soul...
And even men
need tears sometimes,
To heal and make
them whole.
©
01/17/09 Loree (Mason) O'Neil
Midi
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