Where Are the Gallant Knights
Whither the true gentleman who holds the door open for a lady
Whither the noble scout, escorting an elderly matron 'cross the street
Whither the friendly officer who greets me as I pass him on his beat
Whither the shopkeeper who knows my name, who seeks my welfare
Whither chivalry? Where has it fled?
Where are the gallant knights in shining armor today?
The gentleman? --passed on, bidding farewell to a world where he has no place
The noble scout? --become timid and weak, emasculated by equality's
relentless drumbeat
The friendly officer? --grown mean and wary, cowed by violent lawlessness
The shopkeeper? --relic of an age that is no more, replaced by a faceless
superstore
Chivalry? --buried in the annals of history
beside gallant knights in shining armor
languishing in cobweb-covered attics
rusted helmets shuttered forever
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2018
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