By Roann Mendriq
What makes a man a gentleman?
Is it the way he’s dressed?
Is it the sparkling whiteness of his shirt? or the way his clothes are pressed?
Is the way he bows his charming head and greets you when you meet?
Or is it the way he clicks his heels, and offers you his seat?
Is it his crisp annunciation? and his diction when he speaks?
Or the way he looks up heavy books, to find answers that he seeks?
Could it be his oratory skills?
And the theories he expounds?
The words of wisdom that the shares, and the cultured way he sounds?
No, a true gentleman is gentle, in words and the way and deed;
Goodness makes his sparkle,
Kindness is his creed.
His shirts may be all rumpled,
His diction not too clear,
But he’ll never raise his hand on you,
He’ll never cause you fear.
Well spoken words are pointless, when they cause misery and pain;
Purported gentlemen will fail,
No matter how they feign.
What makes a man a gentleman?
Is it the way he’s dressed?
Is it the sparkling whiteness of his shirt? or the way his clothes are pressed?
Is the way he bows his charming head and greets you when you meet?
Or is it the way he clicks his heels, and offers you his seat?
Is it his crisp annunciation? and his diction when he speaks?
Or the way he looks up heavy books, to find answers that he seeks?
Could it be his oratory skills?
And the theories he expounds?
The words of wisdom that the shares, and the cultured way he sounds?
No, a true gentleman is gentle, in words and the way and deed;
Goodness makes his sparkle,
Kindness is his creed.
His shirts may be all rumpled,
His diction not too clear,
But he’ll never raise his hand on you,
He’ll never cause you fear.
Well spoken words are pointless, when they cause misery and pain;
Purported gentlemen will fail,
No matter how they feign.
