It was a token gesture A hand he offered me Emerging from my cab Stormy night in the city I didn’t know his name But I’ll not forget his face For he helped me gently To a safer place Blue eyes and thick black hair He stepped in the rain-filled gutter To close the taxi door But not a word did he utter Just a simple kindness Like those of olden days When gentlemen ensured Ladies’ safety always Now I’m a modern gal And oh-so independent But I stared in awe At my hero so resplendent As he turned to walk away My impulse was to give a hug But I just touched his jacket And gave his sleeve a tug “Thank you,” I whispered Captivated by his smile And how I wished within my heart That he would stay awhile He simply waved, then walked on Disappearing into the rain Since that night I’ve prayed I’d meet this man again But this kind token gesture Recalled courtesies now rare And I am pleased to say Such tokens gents still share *March 22, 2021