I heard quite often “men don’t cry”
Though no one ever told me why
So when I fell and skinned a knee
No one came to comfort me.
And when some bully boy at school
Would pull a prank so mean and cruel
I’d quickly learn to turn and quip
“It doesn’t hurt”, and bite my lip.
So as I grew to reasoned years
I learned to stifle any tears.
Though “be a big boy” it began,
Quite soon I learned to ” be a man”.
And I could play that stoic role
While storm and tempest wracked my soul
No pain or setback could there be
Could wrest one single tear from me.
Then one long night I stood nearby
And helplessly watched my son die,
And quickly found to my surprise
That all that tearless talk was lies.
And still I cry and have no shame
I cannot play that ” big boy” game,
And openly without remorse
I let my sorrow take it’s course.
So those of you who can’t abide
A man you’ve seen whose often cried,
Reach out to him with all your heart
As one whose life’s been torn apart.
For men do cry when they can see
Their loss of immorality.
And tears will come in endless streams
When mindless fate destroys their dreams.
– written by Ken Faulk
2 thoughts on “Poem : Men Do Cry”
This is truely a beautiful poem. When my friend was down, i told him it was okay to cry but he didnt believe me. “Men never cry.” He said, so i explained and showed him this poem. He then cried for hours in my arms, and when he’d finished he thanked me. “I’ve needed to do that for so many years…” He told me.
So this poem was inspiring, and amazing! Thankyou!
Crying is healthy for you. Everybody cries.