No hug or kiss for a man sick in bed A timeless remedy is a woman s breast Laying his head upon it for comfort and rest Though out the ages man has conquered lands His strength; the test by which he is measured a man No weakness shall he shows, his belly he will not expose A hundred men he will face without fears of death's door The strength of a man is not his mass It is the gentle touch of a woman s hand A dying man will call for his "Life" The woman, his strength throughout time His life he will give; the woman who held his ailing head Their secret of man's strength her tender breast Under the flesh, he hears the beating of her loving heart I am here do not fear with each beat of her heart does he hear His weakest moment is his greatest victory when he drops a single tear for the love of a woman that gives him strength to be the man this land expects
My name is William Sinclair Manson. I am 60 years young, I am Scottish but now living in a small village in England. I have been blogging for many Years but recently joined Wordpress and I love it. I have made many new dedicated friends here and hope to meet more around the World.