White Knights

Chivalry is dead, I thought;

There are no good men left. 

No men to defend our virtue,

Or treat a woman like a queen. 

Where are the White Knights of old

Who wore our colors into battle?

Who challenged evil in our name

And returned to bow, worshipful, at our feet?

But then a man held a church door for me;

Smiled and looked me in the eye. 

A man once loaned me his coat

And pretended he wasn’t as cold as I.

Some men are the thoughtful kind,

Who halt lewd jokes in a lady’s presence. 

They open the car door,

And give her the lighter weight to carry.  

I’ve met men who are honest and forthright,

Considerate and playing no games. 

They say what they expect

And they live what they say. 

Some show nought but pure delight

When a girl speaks out with what she’s learned. 

She remembers his smile on her bad days

And hears again the words ”proud of you”.

When men offer respect and friendship

And ask for nothing in return,

I smile and ask myself anew -

Is chivalry really dead?

Maybe the battles are quieter today

And evil wears colors besides black. 

But the White Knights are still there if we look,

And they won’t let chivalry die.