A GENTLEMAN

~A GENTLEMAN~

I opened the door for Anna

Anytime I wrong her I go like; hey I’m sorry please

I wiped my sweaty face with my white sleeve

While under my umbrella she walks with ease.

You call me a fool

But hey no, don’t say that

For I have my reasons

I’m just trying to be a gentle man.

I know dad calls me a fool for he says I’m crude

Yes but at times he calls me good

Well, I know but I just want to be a gentle man.

He says it not anything someone could buy

Nor a property to inherit

But you know,

Jane said I could be, even though I’m crude

And that it’s just a matter of time

No need to go to school.

For she will scoop my coarseness away

And like bam!

The gentle man I want to be I will be.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2014