I cannot speak for others, but I feel none of this.
I like the cadence of this piece, and the imagery is good too,
and you have captured the emotions of his regret and dare I
say it, desperation, so very well.
But I do not like the title very much, this man's vanity
does not speak of masculinity, to me.

What Guy!

Of what man you speak?
Read my poem
I sent to Shirley
They think it still Stands.
And
You poem will be answered fully.

I wanted to publish it,
But it stood out a bit too much
Twould have hurt
The vanity of men as such
Facing that end
So I didn't want to hurt.

But all young men surpass that stage
When they could erect
By simple fascination
Nay imagination
Now even hand shake
Keeps them awake
And
The night becomes a morn
And
So is your poem for the man,
So suddenly torn,
That he can't stand
Anymore, for that long!