What’s a man to do

What’s a man to do
Can’t shoo, can’t woo
Without fingers pointed at you 
Damned for either or the two

What’s a man to do
Be false or be true
The difference is the same too
Whichever foot, it’s the same shoe

What’s a man to do
Faults and blame are due
If not already, then in a few
No matter your tongue or hue

What’s a man to do
When spent through and through 
Bearing a weight he ought to subdue 
Filtering his witness of the blatant view

What’s a man to do
Born to endlessly pursue 
Always running from and running to
Only stopping to queue 

What’s a man to do
To bite or to chew
To swallow or to spew
Oblivious of what could brew

What’s a man to do
As hard for Gentile as is for Jew 
To conjure up reason or find clue
Until we yield at the pew

What a man is to do
Is to be born anew
To Christ who died in lieu
That His life may in us accrue 

K. Muitherero
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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