Chivalry

So, I’m dying of thirst
On a hot, muggy day,
I veer off near the track,
Knowing water’s that way…

I head to the fountain,
But I’m not alone;
Someone else approaches
That water-fount zone.

He’s dressed like a jogger.
He’s young and he’s fit.
I’m female and older;
He cares not a whit.

I get there before him,
A step or two quicker.
We pause and I wait for
A chivalrous flicker.

But no, for he bends down
And takes the first drink.
Ah, chivalry’s dead,
Is the first thing I think.

But then my annoyance
Kicks in, more than thirst,
‘Cause all that should matter
Is I got there first!

Some people are selfish
And really have nerve;
A kick in the shin
Is what that guy’d deserve!