Men

People remember before dying
That their loved ones 

Are worth loving
Once their cared lace
Empties their beloved face

Men, not all,
Forget their fall
Men, not all,
Forget their call

Their heated armour 
Fills their blood
With a cosy flood
Of bounteous ardour

Men, not foals,
Forget their coal
Men, not souls,
Forget their goal

Forget their feverish dove
Snaking through their veins
Crowding full of love
All of their remains

Men, not all, 
Ever fall
Men, not all,
Love at all.