A man can be tender,
as tender can be,
and more of a man
than others can see,

his security lies,
from him within,
and he can speak softly
in battles to win.

No one can shut him down,
nor lead him astray,
his goals are steadfast,
they don't go away,

for fear is the walking stones
he treads upon,
he stands tall where
others have gone.

His excellence bares
in is days by and by,
living in his dreams,
to do and not try,

savoring moments
he knows better than
to live by his ego,
like any man can.

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