Manners Lost
Bumped from behind
as I was walking down
the street today.
The culprit shot me
a menacing glare
as if to say
how dare I
be in her way
Waiting on the sidewalk
to board an empty bus,
in front the vehicle door
stands three of us
resisting the force
of an impatient crowd,
yet the man on my right,
to make matters worse,
still feels he must
push me aside
to get on first.
At the grocery store
manner-less people gather galore.
So precious is your time
and so regal are you
that you cannot wait in line
like ordinary others do,
so you swerve your cart
and cut in front
the customer in queue.
With ease I can carry on
till I have a lengthy song
of all the ill manners
or lack of courtesy
witnessed and suffered daily,
but it will not bring any solution
to the bad manners pollution
devastating our nation.
So, instead I'll remind
everyone to look,
search until you find
the manners left behind
back in those old days
when we were uncivilized.
poem by Shaqueena Celestin
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