I listened to a teenager talking and I cried
Not just for his own future sadness
But for all the poor women he will hurt
Purely so he may satisfy his growing ego
I listened to a young man talking and I cried
As he spoke so lightly of playing the game
Love to him meant nothing but his pleasure
Allowing him to satisfy his carnal needs
I listened to a boastful man talking and I cried
Telling of his conquests and the joy he gained
Laughing at the ache of their shattered dreams
Women are but toys to be used then discarded
I listened to an old man talking and I cried
As he recalled his wasted life of hurt and pain
Never had he known the love of a woman
Realising he had never offered love to anyone