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A poem for my boys |
| Masculinity 2015 In the last 3 months, 3 men have tried to die, The first of which was me, That thought should make me cry. The second was a friend, On a similar path to me, Silly sod thought he could end it all, And that would set him free. The third of us I never knew, The neighbour of a friend, Whilst his pals went on a 'beer run', He tied the rope and met his end. The pain that ties all 3 of us, No secret to the world, The hurt and loss of our children, To a bitter, nasty, little girl. Xx |