Some people try
To figure us out.
We sensitive men
Who wander about
Making living with pen.
In lives filled with goals
And family and friends.
All taken in stride,
In the tone of our voice
The words of our choice
The songs that we sing
Intense listening,
We are gentlemen.
With rarely the build
Of a Hollywood star
Boxer or Olympian,
Still, we maintain
Solid good health.
Cook and attend
Opera or shoot
At the range,
With a friend.
All taken in stride,
In the time that we give
The fire in our eyes
Our soft spoken ways
And honest dignity.
We are gentlemen.
On any given day
We walk dogs in the park
Enjoy Handel, Mozart
With minimal need
For profane tirade,
No tattooing about.
With kids by our side
All taken in stride,
In loyal devotion
Lives that we lead
Laws that we heed
With smiles,
And Laughter,
Our cure.
We are gentlemen.
