Airs and Graces
Pulling chairs and holding doors
are gestures of respect
I cling to reverentially,
actions that o'ershadow intellect.
In times long gone I'd doff my hat
and dress in spats and bow-tie
to woo a damsel with dispatch,
a wink, a nod, to catch her eye.
Nowadays, old-fashioned graces
often meet with glares askance,
with worried and suspicious faces
I don't get a second glance.
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