The manhood cry
And cry it ou loud
I guarantee you:
there is a place
where men
like you
and me
can be wrong
and also accept
not having all the answers
to whatsoever occurs in life
or to whoemever may come
to ask.
I should tell you,
beforehand,
it might hurt
a little
or too much.
It varies in degree
and its directly related
to the ammount of yourself
that you are opened
to give up
further up on the road.
I guarantee you:
there is a place
where men
like you
and me
can cry,
but now it’s not the time
for us to go there.
So stand up
and dry your tears.
Should poetry have an end in itself? Or it might presents itself as a genuine call for us to think about feelings, sensations and thoughts that can’t find its way out?
Tell me what comes to you while you’re reading, if any. I would love to hear.
Sincerely, Ricardo.
