Nice Guy Poem by Amit Sharma

A man who helps while his cuts heal
A man who pays when he should steal
A man who swears upon the deal
That's what a man should be

A man who pushes, body dead
A man who shares his daily bread
A man who stands by what he said.
Now that's the man I am.

Others don't do half as much
Turn to ashes what they touch
Use others as their constant crutch
Lie. Even as they breathe.

But as I stand
Heart still in hand
He leads you, softly, into the sand
Gently, into his netherland
where never, was a man.