What it must be like to be a man,
So stable and logical
A mind able to wrap it's meanderings
around machineries.
To be calm and unmovable
in the midst of a changing day.
Reading a newspaper,
Flip, flip
The page turns with a slow grain,
a fiber only to be found
Within the flesh, the blood, the breath of a man.
A good man, kind, with a good ear,
Quiet, with just enough chatter to awaken
Your spirit, your laughter, your curiosity.
A man who holds the answer simply because
It is the man's answer.
May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 10:22 AM UTC
What it must be like to be a man,
So stable and logical
A mind able to wrap it's meanderings
around machineries.
To be calm and unmovable
in the midst of a changing day.
Reading a newspaper,
Flip, flip
The page turns with a slow grain,
a fiber only to be found
Within the flesh, the blood, the breath of a man.
A good man, kind, with a good ear,
Quiet, with just enough chatter to awaken
Your spirit, your laughter, your curiosity.
A man who holds the answer simply because
It is the man's answer.
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