WHY MEN CRY
Recognize pure emotion mortared into a being
Witness you, the summit of selflessness
That primal release reserved, stowed below deck
Taught and nurtured, reticent of release
The infant cries for itself, necessary for growth
A language only understood genetically
Yet the cry conveys an intrinsic message of desire
Essential sustenance’s, the benefaction of life
The matron’s cries reveal a masterpiece of expression
Delivered as strokes of an artist’s brush
Words coupled with emotion, imbed the master note
Unto us receive her desire, in compelling complicity
He the stanchion, him the refuge, guards his cries
Awash in decisions, responsibility and fear
A cry not for himself, a cry not for desire
The emotion is his wealth, spread only for another
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Submission Name: Why Men Cry
