Men will Never Change
When two elephants fight; it is the grass that suffers-but when they make peace,the earth blooms again-African Proverb
You think he drinks for pleasure.
You think the foam on his lips
is the laughter of the reckless
But his throat burns with the taste of worry-
each swallow a coin he saved
To keep the children fed,
each sigh a promise that no one hears.
You think he wanders the streets for joy,
but he is walking off the noise of failure,
counting his steps against the rent.
And you,
your hands are tired of forgiving,
your heart a house half full,
your voice sharp with waiting.
Two storms meet,
lightning answering lightning,
but neither sees the rain that falls
to heal the same dry soil,
Love is not a saint-
it is a worker in overalls,
who keeps patching the roof
while thunder mocks
You say men will never change.
He says,love never leaves.
And somewhere between the two,
the night forgives the dawn
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