THE SORROWS OF MANHOOD
The joys of manhood mid-flower,
Occupied with marriage and kids…
While not easy is apt to tower
With pride around and amidst.
He can visualize love and hope…
He’s certainly not at the bottom,
If he leaves this he is a dope.
Colloquially, men by their nature,
From which it’s hard to escape…
Must deal with being productive
And not feeling caught by the nape.
Rebekah comforted Isaac*
But who will comfort me…**
The childless have no reminders
Of unborn progeny.
As all men grow older
And vitality fades…
An old nature smoulders
Sighting enticing maids.
Yet both men must hold their vessels
In honor and self-control…
And fighting their undertow.
* “Rebekah comforted Isaac”…see Genesis 24: 59-67
** “comfort me”…a rhetorical question made by certain men–not necessarily referring to the Poet himself.