Call me Old Fashioned

Call me old fashioned

but those who have no time

for politeness and manners

have no time for me.

Not that I possess either in abundance

but it is those 

who just fall out of bed and greet you as stranger than strange as if you are standing stark bollock naked in their front room and they are the ones who are affronted.

Let us engage in a little foreplay

Don't greet me like the twat who wronged you all those years ago.

But please greet me in some shape or form.

If I say "Good Morning" or even better "Bore Da", please reply

If I hold the door open for you please say "Thank you" or even better "Diolch yn fawr"

Some kind of acknowledgement to a shy introvert goes a long way.

I know that we live in a 24/7 Drive - Thru World where looking at others as if they are shit on your shoe is easier than remembering those who have been ignorant to you. 

But we have to make an effort? Or don't we?

Perhaps we have been brought up incorrectly,

to put others before ourselves?

They never said we should, but we assumed it.

Perhaps there is a critical mass that despise people pleasers.

These are the wheeler dealers who know the truth

That you must only have time for those you love

or those who you think love you.

Dog eat Dog & "Diwedd y gân yw’r geiniog"

Well I wish that dog would eat the coin.

Call me old fashioned

but those who have no time

for politeness and manners

have no time for me.