Of being a man, I have no idea!
With their parts dangling about easy to display
though their heart tucked so far away, seemingly hare to reach
Consumed with providing and achievement of ego pursuits
But seemingly needing still some gentle suckling of a new buck
Libidos that go on and on like a binary code
yet a dog is their best friend
Fishing and golfing and sports to soothe the combative beast
Though if I were to conjecture with a woman they’d rather be captivated
I have no idea what it is to be man
but it looks a though it could injurious or transcendent
Of the particular man I suppose that is dependant
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
To answer Sandra your rhetorical question and statement Of being a man, I have no idea! Don't let the imposers out there fool you. My answer is poetry and therefore The poet, like the potter, takes the raw clay of thoughts and shapes them through the mind of his loving you.... is my 'Clay Upon The Wheel'