Why is it so hard to be happy
But so easy to be sad?
When I see how people treat each other
Sometimes it makes me so mad
It costs nothing to be civil
To make life easier for one another
Repaying years of love and care
To your father and your mother
Everywhere I go each day
People are in such a hurry
Trying to make ends meet
Shortage of money causing them worry
Whenever I am out and about
I can always find the time
To hold a door open for someone
They look at me like I’ve committed a crime
I was brought up with good manners
And sometimes people don't understand
Why when I’m introduced to someone
I always shake their hand
They look at me incredulous
As if taken by surprise
Then I shake them by the hand again
While we’re saying our goodbyes
When someone is taking up a seat
With their shopping bag on the bus
I sit in another seat
Because I can’t be bothered to make a fuss
I feel sorry for young mothers
With their pushchairs and shopping in hand
Their space taken up by a shopping trolley
So they have to stand
The pushchair blocks the aisle
And the driver he plays war
He shakes his head in disbelief
Can’t people read what that space is for?
If I am out shopping
And I’m standing in a queue
If someone has only two items
I know just what to do
I let them get served ahead of me
Because I’m in no hurry
The queue behind me tuts
But I’m not one to worry
Manners cost you nothing
It isn’t hard to be polite
But sadly many in this day and age
Don’t know wrong from right
The elderly feel insecure
Even in their own home
Many of them are housebound
Afraid to go out alone
Teenagers hanging around on street corners
Always saying that they’re bored
Making nuisances of themselves
Often community service their reward
What has happened to family values?
When people looked out for one another
Siblings always fighting for attention
In the shadow of a sister or a brother
I feel sorry for today’s generation
Good manners not being taught
I hope that by writing this poem
I have given you food for thought
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Author:
jenny1959 (
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- Category: Reflection
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Thanks JENNY ~ your poem has highlighted much of the rudeness and indifference people show to each other today. We live in a very selfish (ME CENTERED) society and everyone is more concerned with their mobile phone (I don't have one !) and I-pad than they are with the people around them. The secret of HAPPINESS for me ~ is to ask W W J D (what would Jesus do ?) in any situaution ~ it makes me happy (to help) and them happy (because someone cared !). Because you are a good role model (as per your poem !) I could ask W W J D (what would JENNY do ?) ! We can all set an example and Young people learn by example ! Thanks for caring ~ please check my Poems ~ Thanks BRIAN
i guess this is almost a thing of the past,i feel the same and practise it as much as possible
since we started walking over this planet every civilization since has thought they are better than the last. is it possible then that the future generation may fall into disarray? if it does then it means they haven't listened to or learned by the mistakes from the past? we are all the same in what we do as we live our lives. it's not about blaming, even when it's about you. criticism is a good idea so long as it's dealt with in a manner which causes no harm. it can cause unnecessary issues and is too easy to think wrong of someones action. my wrongs are my actions and I take responsibity for them. lgnorance is the key her I believe and so we much try our best to teach and make awareness for ignorance to be taken seriously. if we want to blame anyone then criticize ourselves to see what is wrong. trouble is everyone thinks they are perfect. I like this poem because it advertises the fact that ignorance takes away the meaning of life and hurts others. a good and concerning write. well done.
Such a true write, I try to be kind and polite to everyone. The younger generations seem to have not been told about politeness so I am always pleased when a young person shows politeness, it is so refreshing but so rare.
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