What is a good guy, she wanted to know.
The other said, 'In my experience, 'tis he
who never hits you whether high or low;
he comes home from work to watch TV;
plays some with the kids then tells them to go.'
She said, But what about love and the rest?
The wife replied, 'I used to know about that...
Once, with affection, my face and hands he kissed;
he'd hug and caress me with touch passionate...
I didn't know a loving heart wasn't beating in his chest.'
The wife carried on, 'Yes, he's a good guy:
he shouts a lot, it's true, but he pays the bills;
he just might notice if I lay down and died;
only now and then does he give me the chills...
No, he isn't much on love, and I don't know why.
But... yes... he's a very good guy.......'
Esther Leclerc
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/definition-of-a-good-guy/
