Hardman In Glasgow Rain - Poem by Alexander Downie
It is easy to cry in the Glasgow rain, people look down at rain soaked feet,
you can spread your arms, raise a face to the sky and wash away salty tears.
It is easy to let tears become another raindropp falling to a cobbled road,
to claim this city for your own, while rain pours and folk shelter in shop doors.
It is easy to hide when people are rushing for cover from blackened skies,
and as a deluge passes over this hard hard city you no longer have to lie.
It is easy to be a hardman in a hard city tough as ship-worker's boots,
the harder the man, the harder the fall and in the Glasgow rain real men cry.
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