STRONG MEN DO CRY
As the sun retired to bed
And dead became our day
Our worries came alive
Bagging with it worries and pain
My face knew no laugh for it had become flooded by a river of tears
"Darling" she called out
I knew she was referring to me
But my smile ran quick to my rescue and my palm caressed my face wiping off those beautiful reminder of the AGONY OF MEN.
"come my love! She said, placing my strong bald head on her semi sagged breasts.
" cry out your pain. Don't hold them back"
But I am a STRONG MAN, or so they say
"Yes" she agreed, " STRONG MEN CRY TOO "