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UnWILLING to Wail



To them all who fail to fall,
The frail who don’t wail,
Who smile to sad e-mails,
Just because they’re males.

I know a man who loves
One that eats with gloves
Starving just to feed his own
Yes, everyone at home he owes.

I know a strong man!
Not for his muscles and biceps
But for always saying “I can”
Without knowing the precepts.

Everyone looks up to him
But when he looks up
Even the lights onto him dim
And doors begin to shut.

I know this boy now old;
Doing just as he was told
“Men don’t cry so be bold”
He swallowed his pains
And bound all emotions chains.

He must in sadness give out bliss?
In darkness must he illuminate
In drought he was the waterfall 
When the rains came, he was last to drink.

He sleeps at dawn and awakens same
Goes insane to make his family sane
He must be frugal and yet extravagant 
In all, he dares not say I can’t. 

No body cares he gets the courage.
Yet if death defeats him in marriage,
They awake early in the morning 
Not for lack of sleep due to mourning 
But ask his wife, “what did he leave behind? 


 

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  1. Nice one officer. Keep up with the good work

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  2. Keep it up miki tee

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