: About Me

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...