Send - Poem by JAMES T. ADAIR

At what point does polite become condescending
I guess I may never know
She politely says thank you and hello
And doles out a scrap then has to suddenly go
I may mistake the fact she's there for care
I may notice her pretty face and golden hair
And feel someone inside and wish that she would share
But I only see a polite facade, that's all she'll dare
It's as if we pass each other and neither are really there
I feel she likes to keep me in waiting in a distant place
But politeness too wears when it's thrown in your face
And there was so much more of her I wished to know
But she woudn't let me in, so now I must turn away and go
When polite turns to condescend, you know you're at the end
These day's it's so hard to find a true friend
I compose my polite goodbye in a note and hit 'send'

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 27, 2010

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