You Can Tell Poem by Clyde King
You Can Tell
You can tell
I'm a real man.
Look at my hands.
They're calloused and tough
Like me they can be
Gentle and rough.
I'm a real man.
Look at my face.
Everything's in its place.
The deep creases tell
That I've gone through hell.
You can tell
I'm a real man.
I love and I give
To all those that live,
The smart and the dumb,
The rich and the bum.
You can tell
By my voice's tone.
It comes from my bones.
My diction is clear,
My word's sincere.
You can tell
When I hold you
And embrace you
And I kiss you
I'm a real man.
Well articuated and nicely brought forth with conviction. A beautiful creation.
This is a beautiful poem. So nice to hear a man singing his praises, not self-seeking, not overblown, not grandiose, just human. This is very well written with a quiet, peaceful flow that draws you in to look, just take a look.
A well written poem. Of course this is your view of a real man but there are others. Still enjoyed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 5:21:20 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Really an insightful creation with of thought.