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.