Good Old Manners Poem by Elena Sandu

What having manners mean?

Pompously speaking same tongue as Queen?

Knowing how fancy table perfectly is set

Or how to eat proper with not a stain or fingers wet?

Whole complicated code of how to dress

Or to salute with gracious reverence?



Nooo, not really, isn't it more than that! ?

The Respect we've got to have

From deep inside

Not only shown, but really felt? !

For anyone or anything...

Is watching self, be fair, good, keeping clean

Not stink, nor sting, never be mean

always be careful not to say or do

to others, any unpleasant thing!

Those are good manners, don't you think?

For any human kind to keep at heart

No matter if they're living

In a Palace or in a simple tiny Hut

If they know not to read or write

or if they have an MBA at Oxford, or Harvard.

Most Simple Old Good Manners:

'Let all of aware to be of Others'

Then harmony, hopefully, we 'll find

For all us, the human kind...