The Space…

Be A Man!

A small boy picks himself
from the ground.
A bloody mark upon a knee.
Not a sound.
Not a tear to see.
 
Mummy says, ‘Big boys don’t cry’
Years have passed,
a family reared.
Those inner tears
must not be heard.
 
A daughter says, ‘Big men don’t cry’
 
My days are done,
My life is run!
May I cry?
Now?
 
Please?

Tom Hudson 2001