TO ALL THE BEAUTIFUL MEN

Those bones that rise at dawn
Rise at dusk and rise again
Dressed in facaded strength
Weakness is the least they know

To the ones that rise for others
Weary bones but wild courage
To the ones that stand when others fall
Tired but never to quit

To all the fathers who know what love is
That food must be served daily
Men who limp
But pillars that hold the home

Fathers that stay bruised to keep the lad
Men that know the value of fatherhood
Husbands who are heads by serving
Brothers that guard at dusk

To all the beautiful men
Hearts as pure as gold
Muscles that defeat trials
Men that beat the limit

To all the men who know love as respect
Men who want nothing but loyalty
Severed by wounds of betrayal
Standing tall to win the battle

To all the gentlemen who thrive
To all the men who serve
All the men who lead
They are the beautiful men.

CATALEA BONEZ

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