Post by ForeverxlxMore on Jul 10, 2007 15:52:26 GMT -5
A Crying Man
A man standing there in the pew.
Tears start to slowly run down his face.
He is an older man.
Taught that Real men Don't cry.
He has lost his father.
His face contourts, he is trying to hold it in.
A wailing comes first.
More tears, Face turning red from exhaustion and strain.
Real men Don't cry, he tells himself.
Tears run faster now down his cheeks. Staining his black suit.
His face twisted and irregular as his jaw hangs open.
The wailing continues.
Memorys of his father flood him.
His wail of a strange noise stops.
He rubs his eyes and smiles a half hearted smile.
He remembers every good moment he had with his father.
He learned the last lesson his father had always tried to teach him.
Real men DO cry.
By Donald H. Huckstep. Human behind ForeverxlxMore
A man standing there in the pew.
Tears start to slowly run down his face.
He is an older man.
Taught that Real men Don't cry.
He has lost his father.
His face contourts, he is trying to hold it in.
A wailing comes first.
More tears, Face turning red from exhaustion and strain.
Real men Don't cry, he tells himself.
Tears run faster now down his cheeks. Staining his black suit.
His face twisted and irregular as his jaw hangs open.
The wailing continues.
Memorys of his father flood him.
His wail of a strange noise stops.
He rubs his eyes and smiles a half hearted smile.
He remembers every good moment he had with his father.
He learned the last lesson his father had always tried to teach him.
Real men DO cry.
By Donald H. Huckstep. Human behind ForeverxlxMore
