The Gentleman

The Gentleman

 

I knew you, "Sir," back when you were "Comrade."

 When we waited for Marko to give us a ride on his bike.

 You sobbed with joy, your heart displayed,

When I bought that Reno 4 you used to like.

Do you still see my Reno 4 as it hiccups and wheezes?

Smoking and dragging behind your Jeep, as it pleases?

Time has run me over; I’ve reached no destination.

What can I say, my friend? I lacked your "navigation."

"Finding a way" is your specialized trade.

To you, it’s a game of chess, perfectly played.

You’re always in the game, you never lose a beat,

You’ve always been wedded to your power seat.

I won’t be taking the exam to be a "Sir."

Party cards, and emblems, and all that blur,

 None of those things have ever been my pride.

 What can I say, my friend?

I'm not in the ranks of your cheering team.