My journey!

I want to cry, and feel the pain,
I want to hold my woman tight,
I want t erase all the stains,
I wan to do so many things right.

I often look out to an extended hand,
A warm meal, a clean bed,
To walk together on quiet sands,
A soul to mate, than many a riches instead.

Do men like me not deserve better?
To put on hold wandering feet ?
A day watching waves, no hatred, no bitter,
May be a stroll down a tranquil street.

To eek out morsels, morality pawned,
Seek out destiny, relationships lost,
Several stumbles and falls since dawn,
Will I ever reach home, at what cost?

I hope some day, to tell a tale,
To a son, perhaps after many a year,
Trials and tests, of man, did he fail?
An ode to breathe, without prejudice or fear.