TO BE A MAN
I thought that to be a man was about strength
But every bold muscle turns inferm, thin.
I thought to be a man was about armor,
But the latest style just ousted the latest style.
I though to be a man was about winning
But the loss of that idea weakens me,
And makes this sole verse a losing game.
I thought to be a man was about teamwork,
Then whom do I talk to in my true solitude.
I thought to be a man was about the discharge
But guns are never the solution for so many
Well-fought men are dead three seconds a day.
I thought to be a man was about possession
Then Judas was more man then his master.
I thought to be a man was to be stoic
Unwavering, impregnable, predicting but
Even the oldest statues must feel the gentlest rain.