No, I don’t feel like a man
Men are made, and not just born,
it takes time, and work..
Through it all his heart might get worn.
Right from the start, he’d “treat his girl right”
He’d stand up for her, even if it meant a lost fight.
A smirk would tell him she wasn’t really mad,
he’d laugh and show her the flowers he bought,
she’d hug him and start to cry, feeling almost too glad.
He’d show her a good time, and get her back by curfue,
he’d look into her eyes, and tell her “Already I miss you”
His presents showed all the time they took to make,
always on time, since he never forgot a date.
He’d love her, and feel her, but never go to far,
And she’d watch the stars safetely with him in his car.
They’d go to the beach, even if he knew he’d get burned,
while she’d get the tan.
I know life’s tough, that’s about all I’ve learned,
but though none would ask I’d say
no,
I don’t feel like a man.
Men stand tall, and shield others from pain,
They always know what to say,
and can unplug any drain.
They help others to get on the train,
and look forward to each day.
They watch over their friends,
and their children too..
They’d say “I’ll stay,
The day’s not over ’til the works through-”
“-Tell your mother you love her,
and tell her I do too”
Whatever the tasking be,
I do the best I possibly can,
but if your asking me,
no,
I don’t feel like a man.
As time goes on,
a man still shows pride,
He pushes on,
and makes his best effort with each stride.
He askes for few,
and gives forth so much..
He says he “loves you”
and proves it by each touch.
A hug, a kiss, hearing
“you’ll be missed”
On any occasion you might leave,
A quiet tear his eye might weave.
A sad night, but he’d point to the night sky, and say
“God put those lights up there for us,
it prove’s that we’ll be okay”
He’d let you know he’s sad,
but never make you feel bad..
He’d know just what you want to hear,
So on your cheek he’d lay a kiss,
and he’d whisper in your ear,
“S’okay, we’ll get through this.”
He’d be sure to wait til she was down the road in her car,
before he’d get in his van..
I may wish upon the stars,
but no,
I don’t feel like a man.
If his wife lost her job, though she’d tell him in shame,
he’d know it wasn’t her on which he should place the blame.
He’d hold her, her head on his chest,
and say “Hun, I know you did your best”.
He’d dance with her ’til midnight,
though now a second job would now be on his list
but in the low sight of the kitchen’s skylight,
her neck would be softly kissed.
As time goes on, I think maybe one day I can,
but if you’d ask me now..
no,
I don’t feel like a man.
-Anonymous
