Some things fill his eyes with tears, and crying is a young man’s game.

A Young Man’s Game

It hurts you when he needs
more than you can give
Timelessness in knowing limits
and you know yours
But some things fill his eyes with tears

Disconnected things without reason
Mallards settling at sunset
in patterned, perfect unison
Or the holding of a seamless note
beyond all breath

A remembered look on his child’s face
before age caught up with childhood
and taught the power of a look
Eyes that catch his, lingering like a photograph
The well-known thousand words and more

And you have looked inside him
and other times away
With wordless knowing of your limits
Either way, it fills his eyes with tears
and crying is a young man’s game

Poetry Collection: Corner of My Mind
This poem is included in
Jim Freeman’s
poetry collection

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