Modern Day Don Quixote

A warrior against what others couldn’t see

I wonder how many times his might saved me

Oh, of our modern day Don Quixote



When you saw a simple windmill

Into battle he would ride

For he spied a wicked giant

With arms spread open wide

Yet when he fell back down that hill

Society was less compliant



People are so quick to judge

To disregard what “cannot be”

They did hold a grudge

So when he insisted he could see

They merely called him crazy



But what if

It wasn’t he saw things that weren’t there

But things the rest of you couldn’t bear?

Were those dangers truly unreal?

Or was it you who couldn’t feel?



Little me he protected

Since long before my birth

And when society rejected

I could see his worth



Many fled, not ready to understand

A man who chased the stars

Didn’t care that they left scars

And so I, a child, did take his hand



My mother, his friend, left me in his care

And on those days, such adventures we did share!

I was not his Dulcinea, no, but a willing Sancho

Sticks were swords, our armor but a poncho!



Alas I did begin to grow and leave

What others called childish folly behind

But my adoration he would still receive

Our lives were so very intertwined



As a new chapter in my story would soon begin

Not once did I fathom I’d lose such dear kin



We stayed, my mother and I, as long as we could

At his bedside and spoke of whatever we would

And then one day as we said good bye

I knew I’d not see him again before he’d die

Of course, the feelings I did deny



And so passed our beloved Don Quixote

Who defended us from giants we could not see

He did not get to see the flower bloom

Of the seed he’d known from the womb



In his name I will live my life

Not be content as some housewife

I cannot exist as others would

But I will be as only I could



And so I spend my every day

Living life in such a way

Chasing the stars and moon alike

Remembering like riding a bike



Monsters hear me now and tremble

For the man I may resemble

For the title that suited him

I will take it on a whim



Now I will charge the giants atop the hill

And chase the sky until I’ve had my fill

For as before it was he

I shall take the mantle

Of Don Quixote.