I rarely cry.
I am a guy.
That’s how we are;
I don’t know why.

Don’t think it rude,
Being a dude:
Instead of tears,
We’ll opt for food.

I’ve no tear ban,
Being a man.
So what can do
It? Music can.

I’ll hear a song –
Maybe not long –
The beauty there
Will sneak in strong.

Before I know,
I just let go
And a few drops
Will start to flow.

The don’t go far;
But I don’t bar
Those straying tears
There in my car.

I don’t know why
That’s how we are:
I am a guy,
I rarely

Cry

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