Men weep more as they grow old, and women less - newspaper headline. By Maurice Fairfield

Skimming through the daily press Tales of spite and greed oppress Evils great and evils small, A headline caught my idle eye A statement by some talking head Researched and tested, and he said That as we age our habits change Old men weep more old women less Who can know and who can guess The reasons why this came to pass? Easy in the case of men, Cocksure no more, his power gone.

His fading strength oppresses him His pace is slow, his senses dim. A lion still in all his dreams His chance to roar becoming slim. A consolation for his loss He doesn't need to give a toss About what anybody thinks If his emotions brim their banks And if they sometimes overflow And let his inner weakness show The younger men can bear the load He needn't hold the sky up now.

And if an ancient pain should rear A sleeping sorrow, waking burn A wasted chance, a lover lost A perfect day - a perfect hour? To which he never can return And never will no matter what, How many times the world may turn What dying planets crash and burn. It's over now, his struggle's done His battles fought, lost or won Soon he'll lay him down to sleep Turn a blind eye. Let him weep.

Copyright ©2004  Maurice Fairfield

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