Often the world would laugh it well,
Finding it embarrassing that someone fell.
But what really eats up a man inside;
Only a broken heart can tell.
What burns inside; that fathoms not,
No consoling this wounded pride he got.
In silent moans, the roaring rage;
In memories past, life is caged.
When breathing hard amidst it all,
He thinks of a future with a hopefull call;
What matters most he humbly hides;
Twisting and turning in anguish lies.
And what to tell of life's disgrace,
Moments when loved ones slapped his face.
Trust and love too beyond him now,
He carries on just somehow.
And when in silence you feel a breeze,
A little moist, with dampened leaves,
Remember that someone shed a tear,
When it became too hard for him to bear.
And those who laugh at a fall,
Don't really know the cause of it all!
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