Peoma para Hombres

Men Do Cry

Ken Falk

TCF Northwestern Connecticut

I heard quite often “men don’t cry”
    Though no one ever told me why
    So when I fell and skinned a knee
    No one came to comfort me.

And when some bully boy at school
    Would pull a prank so mean and cruel
    I’d quickly learn to turn and quip,
    “It doesn’t hurt” and bite my lip.

So as I grew to reasoned years
    I learned to stifle any tears.
    Though “Be a big boy” it began,
    Quite soon I learned to “Be a man.”

And I could play that stoic role
    While storm and tempest wracked my soul.
    No pain or setback could there be
    Could wrest one single tear from me.

Then one long night I stood nearby
    And helplessly watched my son die.
    And quickly found to my surprise
    That all that tearless talk was lies.

And still I cry and have no shame
    I cannot play that “big boy” game,
    And openly, without remorse
    I let my sorrow take its course.

So those of you who can’t abide
    A man you’ve seen who’s often cried,
    Reach out to him with all your heart
    As one whose life’s been torn apart.

For men do cry when they can see
    Their loss of immortality.
    And tears will come in endless streams
    When mindless fate destroys their dreams.

Los Hombres Lloran

Ken Falk
TCF Northwestern Connecticut

He escuchado frecuentemente “los hombres no lloran”
    Aunque nadie me dijo porque
    Entonces cuando yo me ca