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