The burden of the man
cannot be simply defined,
words fall short
for explaining his plight.
He who stands at every step
might be lonely
and, we would never even notice.
He would rather stay strong
than to show what he really feels,
the one who wishes nothing but the best at least.
A father, the man who loves you with his heart,
would not say it but would show it,
be fierce but love you like there is no tomorrow.
Showing it in small gestures
one may fail to understand it really
yet certainly there is something fishy.
Night and day he slogs for the prey,
receiving no presents for showing up daily
he thrives to make his family content.
The man of few words
often fails to barge in for admiration
he solely works for his lovers' satisfaction.
