Knight in shining armor

When I was a small boy

I remember

a handsome man so good and brave

lived inside me in splendid shining armor.

He would help old ladies cross the street

give up his seat in the bus to adults

He always defended the rights of

of ladies and those in need.

His thoughts and deeds

were always just and good.

Hia heart was full of kindness

always showing me what was right.

I don’t remember when

he went away it was quietly

as the creeping years passed by.

All I know is I think of him

now and then.

And I wish he would come back