It’s Hard To Watch A Man Sing

Its Hard To Watch A Man Sing short poem

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It’s hard to watch a man sing.
Soon it becomes awkward.
Watching him stand there
Beginning to sway.
Without a single use for his hands
they are just there.
Forced to make eye contact 
Not knowing which way to go
Anxious of each second that passes.
Watching a part of him we never knew existed.
Deep emotion shown in fixed facial features.
The peak of a raspy voice
Held without grudge.
Who cares it’s all so boring.
Watching a man sing.
With next to little emotion
It’s hard to watch a man sing
In a world so judgemental.
Still he tries,
Lip singing the words from his heart.
To the woman he loves.
Without fear of laughter
For if she disapproves he’ll
Laugh it off as a joke

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