Chivalry is a forgotten thing,
left here from another time.
The reward it once was offering,
has been ground into the grime.
You used to win a Lady's favor,
by your verse, deeds, and by song.
Now coin is what you pay her,
and swear that nothing is wrong.
Opening a door for a woman,
was once a sign of respect.
Perhaps one day it will be so again,
for now, reasons are suspect.
Ladies were always treated as such,
their right by virtue of birth.
There's nothing that I delight in as much,
as showing women their worth.
Honor should not bend nor ever yield,
it becomes it's own reward.
Upheld by the silver tongue I wield,
honors limits are explored.
My goal is to keep honor alive,
by song, by verse, and by deed.
Towards this goal I will forever strive,
wherever the path may lead.
Life is pain is poetry, at least I'll be productive.