I’m old but not a grandpa, I sit behind clear glass. People point and whisper, as they slowly walk past.

I may lead troops into the fight, or speak of things in a broader light. One gives commands, one keeps things wide, What single word can both provide?

Paul Simon said you can call him the first two Guevara went by the middle three Final two, a possessive for me All together try to make base in to noble

In times past I needed to be developed. In modern day I can simply be printed.

I’m not quite a knight, but I’m learning the trade, I carry his shield and help with his blade. I polish his armor till it shines in the light, Who am I, standing next to a knight?