Yeah, there's a reason I'm not a poet! But this was one of those things that poured out of the recesses of my brain and sent me scrambling for a pen and paper before it was gone. Hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: S.E. Hinton owns The Outsiders
Southern gentleman with big black eyes,
Southern gentleman forgot how to cry.
Waiting for light,
Accepting the dark,
Lost and alone,
Tired and torn,
Southern gentlemen, forgotten and worn,
Under the blazing sun.
A hero, a hood,
The bad and the good,
The heart and the pride,
But lost inside
of a Gentleman.
So two young men, tough and strong,
Headlong into a fork in the road –
One opted out,
The other struck gold.
And Southern Gentlemen