The highwayman came riding and he knocked upon my door,
And how my eyes did brighten, I’d not seen his kind before,
Returning from adventure, his blue eyes twinkled so,
His golden hair was sparkling, his rapier sat low,
The evening sun was setting, brightest crimson was the sky,
I knew that his quick hello would soon be a goodbye,
For his smile was full of mischief as I opened up that door,
And his slim form slid right past me tracking mud upon the floor,
The stories he was telling made my spirit lift and fly,
Then the sorrow that came after as he bowed his head to cry,
For friends he’d lost and failures just as many as the wins,
And how there is no telling if the adventure ever ends,
The highwayman left riding as I closed the heavy door,
And I just can’t shake the feeling, I won’t see his kind no more.

JHenry