Ingrates - Poem by Carolyn Brunelle
It's simply incredulous
in this age of 'instant' connection,
people still fail to express gratitude
or even a modicum of appreciation.
How can there be any justification
for the lack of a note,
a text message,
an email, or quick call?
Even technology serves no purpose at all
in the hands of the rude and careless;
the fault lies in the ingrates themselves,
and there IS no excuse for bad manners.
Comments about Ingrates by Carolyn Brunelle
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You