The Classy Man

The classy mans not rich,
The classy mans not poor, 
The classy man knows his place
Opening that door;
He doesn't wear a suit
Or even drive a car 
But the classy mans a good man 
Cause he'll walk you through that park;
He smiles as he walks past
He offers you a grin
And if that glass is empty
He'll offer you some gin;
He even goes out walking
And tries to find the poor
He'll offer them some food to eat
And brings clothes out for them all;
Now when you see the classy man
Make sure you stop and say
Thank you for your good deeds 
I hope you stay this way. 
Not that he needs to hear
Any compliments from you
Because the classy mans a good man,
And It could be me and you!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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