The Calling
The Calling
What makes a man a man?
If not his ability to stand tall
When it all falls down
Yes that's right, I am a man, what proof do I hold?
Sounds like, I am just a contender to the title.
I am afraid of losing and falling short
I got regrets, I envy and I lost hope.
If I can't hope for better, does that make me a man without a goal or a little boy with a dream?
Who woke to the disappointment?
Better yet, less than a man, maybe.
Ever observe the weakest tree bow to the wind.
See how fast they stand back up
Now walk out and look at the giants above
What makes a man a man? If not his ability to stand tall
When it all falls down, I have heard of them,
Those giants, seen them on TV even read a few things
The giants of our past who never made it past their first fall
But yet we cheer for them the dead man of the past who glory is as great as their last act of heroism
Cheer for the great Alexander, whom never woke after he got poisoned
Cheer for the great Napoleon, whom never made it out of jail
Even Martin Luther king Jr, never got up after that bullet he received.
Funny isn’t it?
Well, if a man is judged and is qualified by his ability to stand tall when it all falls down then where are the men’s of today
I know, most in jail some on the streets and the rest to follow
A man becomes a man by the cause he decides to fight for or the man he chooses to stand by or die for
It made a man out of them
Now why can't you be one?
Copyright © Darry Israel | Year Posted 2015
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