An old one of mine that I came across today. I’ve reworked it slightly and offer it here……
What would this life if woman free, be for someone such as me?
Bereft of love, warmth and joy, that have all stood close since I was a boy.
Soft to touch, soft to hear, soft upon a listening ear.
Words to calm, words so sweet that quell that anger hid so deep.
Men are cruel. War they bring, on the heads of everything.
Whilst women soothe away the pain, that’s been caused in search of such little gain.
Men shout loud with intent of fear, whilst women sing of beauty deep and dear.
Songs of love, passion and joy that I have heard of since being a boy.
I wish I’d listened more to them, than fought the battles that I’ve been in.
Then I would not ache in this much pain and have so many things on which to complain.
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