Men Don'T Cry
No, I swear I was not crying,
A speck of dust flew in my eye.
Yes dad I know that men don't cry,
What you heard was just a sigh.
He placed the photo on the table,
His brown eyes moist and wet.
It was a picture of him mother,
Why could he not forget.
His mother left him for the grave
And the young man's heart was aching,
But he had learned that men don't cry
Though his heart was nearly breaking.
The young man held back tears
And he felt his soul unfurl.
He closed his eyes and whispered,
'Oh how I wish I were a girl.'
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