Days of Yore

How I long for the days of yore,
Before my time, many centuries before.

A time of respect, duty and valor,
When the love of a woman was the highest honor.

A time of chivalry, knights and kings,
When the battles were over, and the bard sings.

The wars were fought, for freedom of their land,
As the battle drew to end, and victory was at hand.

The victors, they stand proud,
As their chants echo loud.

The cries of triumph fills the air,
They tend to the fallen with brotherly care.

I feel as though, I have been there before,
I remember the battles, and the sounds of war.

I know in my heart, that I once lived there,
I carry that honor, I feel the need to share.

To show others a better way of life,
To show respect, and not any strife.

I live my life, with honor and duty,
Always looking at the inside beauty.

Never judging for what has been done,
But seeing things, as battles won.

The past is what makes us, who we are today,
It makes us stronger, and that it’s all okay.

I see the good in all mankind,
These are the ties that bind.

06-30-08