Some Men Cry
Monday, November 9, 2015
Men do cry. Deb Kosmer's poem takes a look at men and tears and how they are okay no matter how strong a man may think he is.
by Deb Kosmer
Two different men in two different houses
Two different husbands missing their wives
Two different stories with one common thread
Their wives died and they’re both alone
I sit with one now and one the week before
Both cried as they talked about their wives
People say Men don’t cry, Men shouldn’t cry
Men are afraid to cry, Men don’t know how to cry
Yet these men cry and unlike many women
Who apologize for their tears
These men do not apologize
Or ask for a Kleenex. They just cry
Because they are sad and because it is okay
To cry no matter who you are.
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