dying gentleman

where are the men ?

Men , where are you?

Where have you all gone?

Paying tribute to the gentlemen

The man in armour that shone

 

The protector, the provider

Adrift in a sea of acquiesces

Our knight in shining armour

Instead many are gremlins

 

Someone to treat us virtuous

Not to be used as trusting souls

But have respect as soul mates

Come sit awhile, enter my gates

 

Are you lost forever?

I hear your distant voices

I behold the shadows of kings

Now we have too many choices

 

Where’s the roar of the lion?

The older counselling the vernal

How to respect the princess

Instead we are as guano

 

Come convene awhile and observe

To the cry of the princess

Our feminine ways dying slowly

As we rise to try to possess

 

We have to fight and succeed

Performing the male role

A gentleman is a withering breed

Can you hear the sob of our soul?

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Aloysuis]

A lovely poem Bewitching sensation. I was and still am a gentleman. But then you know that.

[Donald Meikle]

One woman man darlin' (and not sorry about that)

[Stephanie S]

so true....and beautifully written...i love the fairy tale feel of it...taking us back to chivalry

[Voltaire Mephisto (aka ..]

That was actually a very good poem. It was deep and stimulating.