I'm new at the whole poetry deal but I was kind of hit with some inspiration recently and this is what came out...please let me know what you think and any improvements/adjustments I could make for the future.

Death of a Gentleman

What has happened to the gentleman?
I fear for his extinction

Has he faded away, never to be heard from again, like an untold secret?
Or does he wait, like a parentless child, for his glorious reunion?

His love has been murdered, its blood spilt with no remorse
Killed by its own jealous sister: Lust

Gone is the day of men, reliable as the rush of the tide
Replaced by men not guided by their hearts but their own greed

Those few that remain are brushed aside, like bronze amongst gold
Left in the dust, neglected like a despicable chore

Does no one miss the gentleman?

For the woman, despairing in his loss- I say do not fret
For there will always be one gentleman,
I pray you know where to find him.