Nick Jordan.

(Wimbledon)

Manners


Manners cost nothing,
A smile is free,
There's no excuse
For being rude to me,
I don't care who you are
Or how important you think you 
Might be,
There's no need for rudeness,
Politeness is easy.
To say thank you or please,
Is the simplest chore,
It's common courtesy
And not much to ask for.
I thank you in advance,
For your courteous input,
It makes much more sense
to start off on the right foot!  
For I'm no one special
Or different to you,
I just like good manners,
As I'm sure you do too.

Submitted: Friday, May 24, 2013
Edited: Friday, May 24, 2013

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  • Elena Sandu (5/30/2013 4:05:00 AM)

    True! Manners are world's common sense, I love them too. Great reminder, thank you for share, let us hope for a revival. (Report) Reply

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