The choking man
Has emotion
Stuck in his throat
never sees the light
Of words
Just sits there unspoken
Emotion for the choking man
He with tightened lips
in fidget hand gestures
grips the missing.

He cant say it.

Yet with every reaction
Nature answers equal
And opposite
There sits
an army of men who helped.
A list the length of silence
Coached us all.
so many we wish to thank
But that one missing word
Never spoken sober

Love of another

Yet even when enlightened,
by female wisdom in these things
that love, so many types
need not dent pride
Still difficult.

A mountain easier to conquer
for many
than loving the same man.



Peter Crompton 2007 (Dedicated to David and Louise)

This is a thing I have been amazed by for so long, why why cant men say I love you, to children to parents, to whom ever. I know that culture plays a part, but gosh, it feels good to say those words. It's a feel good moment to hug deep and to say those words. Im a simple person really, at least I think so. I like this poem because it touches on the question I have asked forever. You cant wait till the person is dead, we live but one life, that we know of. It must be full, it must be with love and care. with that comes pain, but we must try and not fear pain.
Embrace life...all of it...and live it! I really like this poem.