It can be a sad old world. Poetry from the pen of

~The Poet’s Poet~

To each and everyone

He never failed to doff his hat

He was quite insistent it was removed

At each church he’d pass

Once entering across a threshold

He’d tip his hat politely

Then hang it on his knee

Granddad taught us politeness

At every turn of his hand.

It stood us in great stead

We’d bow and curtsy and offer a hand

Manners these days

Frowned upon in many quarters

Not by all, but quite a few

To give up your seat on public transport

A thing of the past it seems

Road rage, all the rage

Life is cheap it would appear

Such actions

If they were brought to his attention

Would have granddad shed a tear.

© Chris Black. February 2019

#Poetry #amwriting

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