To be a man, is to be made not of Glass or plastic, fragile or manufacturered Like these young boys plucking Away at keyboards day to day, acquiring Vanishing trophies; a man is made of Steel and stained wood, screws and twine Make up his joints and bark is his skin.
To be a man is not smell of lysol or Carpets, but if sawdust and oil, leather and Soil, for a man is shelter. When boys pitch canvas tents In sand, a man plants logs on sturdy Ground in which his family can reside, his back The roof under which it is dry and safe.
To be a man is not to bake your mind with flashes Of light and thunderous noise, but To create, to be dynamic and soulful, imbuing Himself into his creation; To be man is to help and be helpful, to share and Collect wisdom from others, to better Everyone.
One day a Man will be honoured to take you Home, to care for you until the End of his days. One day, that man will be me.