Please, Say Please

Please, Say Please

 

A bump on the arm by a busy
passerby,

Never looked back and I sigh,

Would a simple excuse me really
hurt?

Has it become normal to be so
curt?

 

Perhaps he didn’t feel the bang of
our collision,

Or couldn’t stray from some
mission.

Time is usually of the essence,

And tardiness, though common,
results in penance.

 

Manners are rarer these days, it
seems,

As individuals take the honor, and
not the team.

Is family a word of lesser
importance?

Will success become greater than
accordance?

 

I want to hear please and thank
you,

An excuse me, or a how do you do.

Please, say please and thank you,

If not for me, then for you.

Destiny Booze