With cavalier grace, he strolls through the crowd,
Dismissing concerns with a wave of his hand.
His nonchalance makes his arrogance proud.
No worry or care leaves this gentleman cowed,
He treats every challenge as if it were bland.
With cavalier grace, he strolls through the crowd.
His demeanor so cool, his manner unbowed,
He scoffs at traditions others demand.
His nonchalance makes his arrogance proud.
Where others might tremble, he stands tall, unbowed,
Treating serious matters like grains of sand.
With cavalier grace, he strolls through the crowd.
His disdain for convention leaves many wowed,
Yet some see a fool who can’t understand.
His nonchalance makes his arrogance proud.
A life lived so lightly, head never once bowed,
But what of the depths his soul might withstand?
With cavalier grace, he strolls through the crowd,
His nonchalance makes his arrogance proud.
Bob Lynn / 15-Dec-2024
