A good man
poem by:
Ellen Early
Written
on Jul 06, 2018
To have a "good man" What does that mean? Does it exist? Will it happen to Me? Why all the lies, deceit and Deception? To hurt the ones Conceived at conception Creating an image The world will so gaze But behind closed doors A lunatics rage A smile to outsiders His genuine concern He fools his audience With the hatred that burns No, a good man Looks at his lot Gives better to them For which he had not A "good" man Will stand on his word And never repeat A lie that he heard A good man Won't take away But be the warm winds blowing Through your sails everyday Pushing you forward With all he's got To encourage the young ones In your lot My prayer is this And I hope it to be That someway, someday This man finds me
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Frank Hornby . commented on Sep 27, 2018 at 11:16am
Don't despair Ellen.....that good man is out there......there are millions.......(a good poem)
R.T. Aquinas
commented on Sep 29, 2018 at 7:58pm
This is a wonderful poem, Ellen. There are good men out there.
Christopher Russon
commented on Nov 20, 2018 at 12:56pm
And he certainly will just be patient.Lovely poem indeed
