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Just Part Of Being A Man
Roger Belton
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Alas, I am a man...with all that that entails;
Just a super kind of guy, you know, one who "never" fails.
I'm also sometimes kind & gentle, though loath to make it known.
For many think those are feminine traits, and must never by a man be shown.
I'm often trapped by confusion, when decisions I must make.
Not knowing just what is best, nor what path is safe to take.
I often wander in the fields of doubt, reliving my past mistakes;
Asking myself, again and again, why I never got any of the breaks.
Then, too, I sometimes allow myself to wallow in great self-pity;
I guess it's just part of being a man, even though it's not always pretty.
I've been known to have a lightning tongue, that strikes when least expected,
Without the slightest care or worry about those my words affected.
I've spoken my mind more often than I should, and lived to regret those deeds,
Trying to forget hurt-feelings and broken-spirits, cut down like common weeds.
Then, too, I sometimes allow myself to wallow in great self-pity;
I guess it's just part of being a man, even though it's not always pretty.
I've been known to hold a grudge far longer than reason can justify;
Refusing ever to forgive and forget, not even willing to give it a try.
For once you've dared to offend this man, you've condemned yourself for life;
While forgiving is something I find hard to do, I'll always remember the strife.
Then, too, I sometimes allow myself to wallow in great self-pity;
I guess it's just part of being a man, even though it's not always pretty.
I've been known to be generous, giving help to relieve some need,
Contributing in whatever ways I can, with no hint of personal greed.
But this is not the usual me, because with strangers I don't connect;
I've been burned more than once in life, and most charity I now reject.
Then, too, I sometimes allow myself to wallow in great self-pity;
I guess it's just part of being a man, even though it's not always pretty.
Alas, it seems that to be a man requires watchfulness on every turn;
For much of who I really am, I wouldn't want the world to learn.
I'll stay on my guard, hiding from all, the reality of the private me,
Making sure no one will ever see the extent of my vulnerability.
Then, too, I sometimes allow myself to wallow in great self-pity;
I guess it's just part of being a man, even though it's not always pretty.
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