I Met a Fearful Man

Once I met a man
Who wouldn't cry, in fear
Of weakness, so he ran
From it and bottled up the tears
Little did he know the trotting
Soldiers of the eyes would fight
The pain that's clotting
Up his soul and blackening the years
He clenched his teeth
And punched the walls
That resonated through the halls
His little family couldn't take a rest
I asked him, "Sir, may I have a word?"
And to that query he said, "Yes"
I told him of a medicine
To save him from a lonesome death
He listened carefully, as the drops rolled down his cheeks
He listened as he tried to catch his breath
Then swallowed an impending thanks
And hurried home to hug his child
Who began to fill the blanks with loving depth

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