A man stands tall, not by height alone,
But by the weight of the heart he has grown.
Through trials faced and fears unknown,
He carves his path, his essence shown.

In silent nights and darkest hours,
He finds his strength, his inner powers.
With every fall, he learns to rise,
A testament to the spirit that never dies.

Compassion blooms, a gentle touch,
In a world that often demands too much.
He holds his ground, yet gives so free,
A balance struck in harmony.

Becoming a man is a lifelong quest,
Not in perfection, but doing one’s best.
Through love, through loss, the journey grand,
He stands a man, with heart in hand.