Memory

memory

memory

A young boy watching
through frosted glass,
an icicle in pain,
an insensitive sun,
tiny tear after tiny tear;
men don't cry,
an icicle is not a man.

memory

A young man staring
at broken glass,
that lost love pain,
"You're too sensitive son.
She's not worth your tiny tears.
Men don't cry."
I am not a man

memory

A young male watching
though a fresh pair of glasses,
so-called men feel no pain;
millions of insensitive sons,
haven't shed a tear in years;
men don't cry,
I'm glad I am not a man.

(1992)