Knight of the 21st century

Battered, but  unbroken,
he rises.

Beaten, but undefeated,
he rises.

Bruised, but undaunted,
he rises.

The shine long gone,
dents make his armor
appear infected
with a rusty pox.
Still he rises.

Creaks and squeaks,
from metal joints –
or human joints –
fill the air.
Yet still he rises.

There be no dragons,
no endless tasks,
no giants,
but simply living –
decent, loving,
just living,
day by day by
endless day.
And to that quest,
the highest quest,
again he rises,
still he rises.
always he rises.

He rises.
He rises.
He rises.

25 January 2013
Shire on the Hudson