Manners
Manners
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire
Everyday , every year , even now
Respect fades and goes away
Grace disappears all the time.
Rude is the new attraction
It is a popular habit
Thank you was elegant.
Now it is never said.
Please is from good breeding
And it is delightful to say.
Nod and say hello
Shake hands too.
Compliment and exchange smiles
It will get you somewhere.
An angry face is nobody's darling.
This the crude art of rude
The curse of a twit.
A hypocrite in make up
His face changes
The reason for his mistakes
Crooks they are.
Call the spade A spade
Insults are awful regrets
It leaves holes in hearts.
Manners either you have or not ..
If not ..
You will be despised such a lot.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
