When does an old knight lay down his sword
And give ground to the young aggressor?
Is it wise at some point just to watch from the shadows,
To compromise principals for a peaceful out?
Is he a fool to keep riding off to the challenge?
What then is there left for a knight to live for?
What then becomes of his pride, self respect?
What peace is there to enjoy at this price?
Though the sword grows heavy, and the knight weary,
Though it appears there's no such thing as victory.
How does a knight abandon his quest?
How can he know peace lest he die in the cause?
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Author:
Louis Gibbs (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This one is for all you noble knights out there ... you know who you are.
- Category: Reflection
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This is an excellent, very thought provoking poem Louis. Indeed, when do we give up riding at windmills? A question that does not occur to any under 60! So far I haven't given up, but I choose my battles wisely 🙂
As we must, when our remaining energy has to be rationed. Thanks, Fred!
For a knight to die on the job???? You must be jousting my friend!
Naw, old knights never die, they just rust away. Thanks for your bright comment!
Knights have an endless mission and cannot forsake the challenge ahead- - great read Louis my friend.
Thank you for your words and friendship, Fay.
I raised my visor so I could read this - visor down again to ensure anonymity - might take another sneak look again later when Orchidee is not around.
Stay out of the rain so you don't rust! Thanks for your humorous comment.
Very good write Louis
Really enjoyed this
Thank you so much P.H., your comment is appreciated.
Peace is something no price can outweigh. Nice job.
Much appreciated, Nicholas. I am enjoying your work too.
Haha, thanks man.
1. Fall on his sword. Not recommended
2. Die in battle being mocked by dull men of brawn.
3. Mentor
4. Move to another realm.
Enjoyed.
Thank you good sir and fellow knight. Good knight ... err, night.
Very good write, may he know peace.
Thank you good and noble Sir, your comment is appreciated.
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