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The strong man weeps
His promises he keeps
The strong man loves
He knows what he is made of
All those slugs and snails
and puppy dog tails
The wind in the sails
of their lives prevails
And sends them fully back around
Till they are standing firmly on the ground
They have tilled with truth, very real
They can fully and openly express what they feel
They honor the women walking in front of them
Because a real man has no position to defend
A strong man allows himself to own his weakness
He is not running a race like the Preakness
A race with tormented, tortured expectations and time
Leaving him dry and devoid of rhyme
He owns the rhythm and rhyme of his imperfect heart
And does not run away when the deepness starts
to overwhelm him and make him scared
He tells you he is fearful and he allows himself to care
He owns the fact that he owns certain vulnerabilities
And that with the eyes of his imperfect heart he sees
Himself as a creature imperfect in perfect ways
And in this place of awareness deep
He allows himself your secrets to keep
While trusting his, you too, shall keep
A strong man allows his fears to know slumber
As his dreams remove the pile of lies he is trapped under
A strong man is weak in the most perfectly imperfect ways
This is how he navigates his days
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