by Bobby Coles

Created on: April 13, 2009   Last Updated: January 07, 2012

In a place where honour mattered

Nobility was held in high esteem

Peasant's worlds were shattered

Being a Lord or a Lady merely a pipe dream

Lords and Ladies were of great regard

Their life always on public display

The lower class they would discard

Public's perception would rarely sway

Once upon a time not that long ago

Was a time of my Lady and my Lord

The pomp and circumstance was for show

A spoiled life only for those who could afford

Palaces and castles adorned the landscape

The jealous envied from distances afar

A dream and a wish all you need for escape

Stepping out of line meant a date with feather and tar

Riding off into a glorified sunset

True love having conquered above all

These are the very things you could not get

Unless you stood inside of the moat's protective wall

The true belles of the King's ball

Affluent beyond your wildest dreams

The Lords and the Ladies have it all

Or, at least at first glance so it seems

Courting the purest of the pure

Chivalrous beyond a reasonable doubt

The Ladies are always charmingly demure

The Lords carry with them an arsenal of clout

The regal lords and the beautiful ladies

Elegantly clad in their fanciest clothes

The silver platter brings them more fun

While the angry peasant sits and loathes

Sitting atop their resplendent high horses

Superior to the regular huddled masses

One is left to question the supposed fairness

Of the totally different social classes

Lords and Ladies did not earn their keep

Instead they were bequeathed a birthright

They, however, are not better than you or I

Though they look upon us as a societal blight

I do not envy them, despite their many riches

I am pleased as punch with my integrity intact

When I retire for yet another lonely night

Extremely thankful for what I have, not what I have lacked

They can keep their superiority and their wealth

I do not begrudge the Lords and the Ladies one bit

Because my home is my own glorious castle

And my daughter believes it is a throne on which I sit

So divide up the classes into the haves and the have nots

They can keep what is theirs, I love that which is mine

We are all destined to live out our lots

I will rest eternally at peace in my box of pine

The times have not changed much since then

The classes are still judgmental and far apart

No longer Lords and Ladies, now just women and men

But we still search for true love deep within the heart

Perhaps those days have lone since passed

But the lessons should not be forever lost

Our societal disregard for people has amassed

We need to reclaim ourselves at any cost

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