|Two Grown Men Cried|
|Once I saw a grown man cry
“Now there goes a man with feeling,” said I.
He was strong, able, quite well built
With muscles, gray hair and charm
To the hilt.
I moved toward him slowly and said
The look he gave me was tearful
“I cry for a child
My grandchild has died.”
So, I sat beside him
And two grown men cried.