I Watched a Grown Man Cry

I called my Dad at 5:30 P.M. The sun would set in an hour Or two. I would wait till then, Or more. I watched Apollo cower Unwilling to witness a grown man cry   Texas cedar floated on the air, Coyotes cried their wicked throats dry I sat with my ball, alone, unaware I was soon to watch a grown man cry   The grass was longer then In that old, lonesome, cracking field. A field where I used to play pretend; And soon learned not to feel.   Lake flies buzzed around my head And just like them I was very soon to die When I stared, and watched a grown man cry   A distant rolling, a black sedan Was revealed to me by staggered lights I was so excited to play ball with that man And embrace one of childhood’s finest delights   I’d ask him about when I was a baby And if he had ever told a lie But instead of stupid fantasies I watched a grown man cry   He stayed in his seat, his car Stalled.. I was confused and Awaited a brand new scar I let go of the pig skin in my tiny hand   He drove away without even a word A small plume followed behind That has taught me more than all I’ve ever heard As tears rolled down from an older mind.   I walk to the bathroom mirror and As I open my puffy eyes I find myself watching As a Grown man cries.