The GentlemanA Poem by Trevor Jay BloodworthJust a gentleman.He sat in his chair and lit his brown pipe, Cigarettes were just simply not his type. He poured his most expensive and old scotch, Leaned back and glanced at his father’s old watch. He was a man from an age that had passed, Holding on to things that never would last. A man of fine taste in
things such as art, Romantic and keen, elegant and smart. In keeping with history
and lost ways,
A gentleman from all the
great old days. © 2013 Trevor Jay BloodworthAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorTrevor Jay BloodworthBradford, TNAboutJust another guy. Nothing special. 22 years old. From Tennessee. I started writing as a hobby while on deployment. I love poetry and that's my art form. I'm heavily influenced by the poets of the Roma.. more..Writing
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