The Gentleman

The Gentleman
By Mark Spencer

Woe to the gentleman,
abandoned to his fate.
Within this modern world,
He has arrived too late.

The scoundrel abides here,
'Tis he who claims the day.
He wins the lady's heart
Through wild and wicked ways.

The thrill of excitement
Will be her souvenir,
While her matchless beauty
Endears him to his peers.

The gentleman watches,
But cannot understand.
When he tries to save her,
She will not take his hand.

He holds no excitement,
She tells him he's a bore.
She prefers a scoundrel,
Like those she's loved before.

So he sheds his armor,
His sword he locks away.
He dons a new mantle,
To help him win the day.

He sweeps her off her feet,
And the world starts to mourn.
As the gentleman dies,
A new scoundrel is born.

End.