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.
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Appreciating–no problem–
He can visualize love and hope…
He’s certainly not at the bottom,
If he leaves this he is a dope.
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Colloquially, men by their nature,
From which it’s hard to escape…
Must deal with being productive
And not feeling caught by the nape.
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Rebekah comforted Isaac*
But who will comfort me…**
The childless have no reminders
Of unborn progeny.
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As all men grow older
And vitality fades…
An old nature smoulders
Sighting enticing maids.
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Yet both men must hold their vessels
In honor and self-control…
Remembering commitments
And fighting their undertow.
–Jonathan Caswell
* “Rebekah comforted Isaac”…see Genesis 24: 59-67
** “comfort me”…a rhetorical question made by certain men–not necessarily referring to the Poet himself.
By the Mighty Mumford 