The
heart cries aloud,
But
tears are not allowed.
A
man’s soul is all he’s got,
Where
sadness lingers and plays a lot.
There
always seems a woman to blame—
A
nameless, endless, weary game.
Love
and passion form a paradox,
Where
duty and emotion lock.
Sometimes
it’s so hard to understand
The
simple perils of being a man!
Separated
by making a living,
Yet
work is a man’s way of giving.
Time
just fades through all the years,
Lost
in silence and whispers of tears.
Thomas
Theophilus© October 7, 2026
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