Oh Dear, Here Come Tears… again

Tears and men are a problem, to be honest. This male cries far too easily, whether happy or sad. That bothers me, not because I’m merely a man. It bothers me that it happens too frequently…What’s gained? Nothing that I can quantify…


Oh dear, here come tears… again,

dripping down my stubbled cheeks;

for males like me, what’s to gain?

I’m sure I look womanly-weak;

What language does this leakage speak?


Oh dear, tears so easily triggered,

women seem quite impressed

but most males just shrug, snigger

(don’t dare ask me where I left my dress!)

  • tighten that tap lads, never confess!


What useful purpose tripwire tears?

Emotional outpouring readily unnerves

  • better wait till the coast is clear

before sobbing; better to conserve

feelings for those that really deserve.


Do tears really express compassion?

Is salt-water more than vain venting?

This male-weakness not in fashion;

how about occasionally absenting

such naked need – what’s preventing?


Is empathy proven by such waste water?

Pathetic snivelling proves little purpose

except when I buried my baby daughter;

inarticulate gasping I had then in surplus…

but  Christ’s death and resurrection reverses


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