Men don't cry, they weep.
A broken heart has many tears.
Loss is profound, to man or woman.
The well of tears shed, knows no sex.
Grief over a loved one dead,
Is a hard blow on any one.
Why we ask, they were so young?
But death knows not age.
It is final, it is done.
Memories are all we are left with.
And they will last a life time.
Tears never seem to dry.
thought provoking read
Ron
Love ya!
Jane
I can feel the emotions in this poem.
Sandie