What’s a man to do

What’s a man to do Can’t shoo, can’t woo Without fingers pointed at you Damned for either or the two What’s a man to do Be false or be true The difference is the same too Whichever foot, it’s the same shoe What’s a man to do Faults and blame are due If not already, then in a few No matter your tongue or hue What’s a man to do When spent through and through Bearing a weight he ought to subdue Filtering his witness of the blatant view What’s a man to do Born to endlessly pursue Always running from and running to Only stopping to queue What’s a man to do To bite or to chew To swallow or to spew Oblivious of what could brew What’s a man to do As hard for Gentile as is for Jew To conjure up reason or find clue Until we yield at the pew What a man is to do Is to be born anew To Christ who died in lieu That His life may in us accrue K. Muitherero