Real Man

REAL MAN

my father, rest his soul,
taught me about being a real man
about life and honor and women

life was to be lived
honor was to be foremost
women were to be loved

i have lived and drained
the last drops of delight
from the fragile goblet of life

i have never taken anything
that was not given freely to me
i have not deserted honor

i have loved many women
never been guilty of using
or dishonoring one of them

but love them i did, fiercely
passionately, tenderly ravished
their soft, curvaceous bodies

adored their beauty of spirit
admired their keen intellect
honored the complete woman

i am like the restless wind
never stationary for very long
here today, gone too soon

like a lovesong strummed
on a spanish guitar and sung low
recalled with a smile when silenced



10/13/08 DJA