Dying GentlemanA Poem by Bewitching SensationsWheres the Gents gone?Men , where are you? Where have you all gone? Paying tribute to the gentlemen The man in armor that shone The protector, the provider Adrift in a sea of acquiesces Our knight in shining armor 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 counseling 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? © 2012 Bewitching SensationsAuthor's NoteFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorBewitching SensationsArundel , West Sussex, United KingdomAboutI have always love to doodle with words on paper, whether in my diary or with poetry or stories.... have not done it in years.. so im taking it up again, very therapeutic, i must say... really enjoyi.. more..Writing
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