THE PANGS OF MANHOOD

The pain of manhood is that
Although we may not
Admit it.
We man are first in knowing
The torture
The uncertainty
The heart wrecking
Soul wrenching pain
That is this thing
Called love.

These thorns are painful
But for the sake of this rose they
Protect,
This,
My fragile heart will endure them.
They do what they must
And I’ll do the same

Good night my love
May your heart always be content, Always at peace:
Secure in knowing that mine longs To hold and cradle no other. Sweet dreams dear duckling.
While you sleep and dream of beast I dare not know
I’ll be busy dreaming away all your nightmares for you.

So dictates the pangs of manhood.

Life is hard but it sure is worth living.