Just A Gentleman Poem by Denis Martindale

I wasn't born a king or prince,
A baron or a lord,
Nor suddenly becoming since,
So that can be ignored...
A gentleman and nothing more,
No royalty am I,
Decidedly I feel for sure,
That way until I die...

My photos will be rarely seen,
Not like King so-and-so,
Who graces every magazine
The toffs are bound to know...
A gentleman, no more or less,
No title to my name,
No honour granted me to bless,
Just me, always the same...

I wear cheap watches like the rest
Of all humanity,
No medals pinned upon my chest,
No fancy jewellery...
No Rolls-Royce parked outside my house,
No chauffeur at the wheel,
At Harrod's store I never browse,
No matter how I feel...

No butler serves me tea at two,
I make my tea myself,
I boil the water, make my brew
From packets on my shelf...
But I stand proud and I stand tall,
I earned each penny spent
And when I die, I've done it all,
Despite the Government!


Denis Martindale, copyright, September 2013.