Who's For Weeping?

Who's for weeping?
Not the ones who shout so loud
they flood the point they were making
with worthless noise,
that's for sure.
Nor the timebombs
loaded with testosterone
that go off in bars
and come back later,
looking for more.
So, who's for weeping?
Not the clowns who lose their smiles
when the joke's on them,
that's for sure.
Nor the ones with bruises
on the back of their hands
who drink to forget the faces
their hands betrayed.
Now, who's for weeping?
Not those who have the hearts
they just wouldn't nurture
that's for sure.
So, who's for weeping?
Them – soon enough – for my failures,
And me, for their
grieving mothers.