Where are the nice men ?
I look but fail to find one anywhere
Where are the nice men ?
Where did all the nice men go
The ones who smiled without schemes
Who listened and laughed with ease
Who held a hand without asking for more
They walked through doors I could not follow
Spoke words that felt like warmth
Felt like home in a world that forgot
How to be gentle, how to be kind
Now the streets are full of voices
Sharp, loud, empty of care
I search in cafés, in bus lines, in corners
For a look that is honest, a heart that cares.
Where did all the nice men go
I still hope they are somewhere
Waiting for someone who notices
Waiting to be seen
Where did all the nice men go
I want the ones who are honest
The ones who are quiet, real, simple
The ones who still exist out there
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (2)
They do exist but are usually tucked away doing good things, so as Mike says, they are not easily noticed.
One of the problems is that sometimes the nice men are boring, and so are not seen by those looking for them. Some great thoughts in your words