Chivalrous Me Poem by Jara Son of Ahaz

Is chivalry dead
Am I that old fashioned
Promiscuity abounds
Fooling fools delight
One night stand
And notched belts
Worn for TMZ.
But I'm bound
By a need to be respectful
Treat a lady like a lady
A useless myth?
At night I lay still
Regrets pass to and fro
Never I move to fast
More likely too slow
But I kept my honor
My own self-respect
And after all is done
I acted like a gentleman
And I can live with that.