Big Boys Don’t Cry
Posted by Brad Osborne on November 9, 2020 · 18 Comments
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What is this?
The small salted bead
Clings to my lash
Somehow being freed
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It must be allergies
Or maybe a sty
For this tough old goat
Just does not cry
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If untouched is the heart
Harboring nothing to fear
Then what is the need
For shedding a tear?
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Pain cannot pull
And neither despair
Tears from a fool
Who learned not to care
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Yet there on my face
It leaves tell-tale streak
And sadness is a trace
That runs down my cheek
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I am stymied by
The so unexpected
In the tears I cry
The real me reflected
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there is no stopping it
No truer words, Beth! Thank you!
Learning not to cry comes from the mind. Tears come from the heart. Good or bad, they expel either pain or joy that our heart can no longer hold. I hated how easily I cried until now, when I’m seldom able to bring it forth.
Well said, sis!
Tears help to release pain and are tremendously healing, you do not have to repress them, otherwise there will be some underlying physical pain that will make us feel much worse.. 😉
I agree. Bund emotions can manifest in physical ways. Thanks for sharing!
Beautiful Brad. Indeed we are one with our tears. What a splendid metaphor.
Sending love, wiping your tears..
Thank you, kind Poetess!
My pleasure 💝
Tough? You might be. Old? You are not, yet. Free from caring? Who are you trying to fool, master of heart-string pulling? I’m glad to know there’s a soft side to you. I think crying is an important release, and you’ve once again described feelings, oh so beautifully! ❤
Thank you Kristian!
Brilliant! One of my favourites among so many that you have shared here. A beautiful poem, delightful to read! Very well written my friend!
All the best and my wishes for a grand week ahead!
F.
Thank you, my brother!
My pleasure my brother!
Ah, this one speaks to me. It’s better to go through life sharing our feelings than trying to pretend that we’re unaffected.
It is being connected! Thanks Pete!
wonderful poem, Brad. I guess I’m not a big boy…
None of us are that big…