It must be very difficult
To be a man in grief,
Since "men don't cry"
and "men are
strong"
No tears can bring
relief.
It must be very
difficult
To stand up to the
test,
And field the calls
and visitors
So she can get some
rest.
They always ask if
she's all right
And what she's going
through.
But seldom take his
hand and ask,
"My friend, but how
are you?"
He hears her crying
in the night
And thinks his heart
will break.
He dries her tears
and comforts her,
But "stays strong"
for her sake.
It must be very
difficult
To start each day
anew.
And try to be so
very brave-He lost his baby too.
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