not sure if this is finished but it's a thought i guess

Men won’t talk?

 

Sure we can talk the cross off an ass’s back, can us men,

Our use of diction and local dialect is second to none,

Sort out issues with whole countries, since time began,

Take everything in our stride; make it seem like fun,

Be the life and soul of any gig or party,

 

Perhaps it’s just the way we Irish are reared,

Men are strong, hard decision makers, and in charge,

Women are soft, to be treasured for and cared,

A force of nature us men by and large,

Yet hiding a need to be heard by anyone,

 

Brought up to work hard, marry, be a family man,

A pillar of any given community, stood tall,

Taught to stand firm, fight for good if we can,

Men are to be peers to those who follow and never fall,

Surrounded by people, yet no one to talk to,

 

Sat in a pub, having a good old hearty laugh with the lads,

Expert in everything from politics to rocket science and more,

Discussing all from fashion to fads,

Protectors of values men stand to the fore,

Like scared children afraid to show any sign of weakness,

 

At the first sign of doubt, men dismiss it as soft thought,

Any idea of something that may cause worry,

Barriers go up and no way will men be caught,

Lacking in manly duties, finding it hard, so hard to say sorry,

A tough exterior is all anyone will see,

 

Men, the life and soul of any gig, or party they go to,

Always hiding a need to be heard, by someone, anyone,

Surrounded by people, yet no one to talk things through,

Scared that they will be seen as the weakest one,

Decision made, preferring death, then face our version of truth.