Real Men Don't Cry
When I watched that beloved movie, and Old Yeller died,
My little shoulders hunched, and I cried and I cried,
But of course I was just a boy, no more than a wog,
That old classic is still so good,
But now I am stoic, as strong as wood,
And after all...he was only a dog!
Now I am a Man, harder than nails and colder than ice,
You'll see no tears on this face,
A sympathetic nod will suffice,
Because whining is for weaklings and sissy's,
The only ones bawling should be the missy's,
When my little girl was born,
The nurse said, "Oh, how sweet, he's crying."
But I scoffed at that silliness,
Because I had yawned and was only sighing,
And then came the day, during my Father's funeral,
I held strong against the women's cries,
And the whole time, that damned dust kept getting in my eyes,
Last year I lost my little sister, the pain almost too much to bear,
I walked from under the tent and raised my face,
You see, it's the rain...there is no tear,
Now with only months to heal, Mother has been taken away,
Weeping daughters and sisters gather around her bed,
I hug them and comfort them, best that I can,
And pull my cap low, so my eyes can't be read,
I'm a Man you see, and big boys don't cry,
I hold my head high, with a stiff upper lip,
And my hard stern eyes will always remain dry,
This morning I woke, and at my feet, my old dog had died in his sleep,
I said farewell and buried him away, but I stayed strong while my wife did weep,
I said I needed to go out and take a walk, so I made my way outside,
And tho overcast and gloomy, I put on my shades, my eyes I would have to hide,
So I walked with hunched shoulders, in a tear misted fog,
Because after all, he was only a dog!
Jesus Wept -John 11:35