Treasure Island

LaSoaphia QuXazs

(1934 / Budapest, Hungary, living in the USA)

Apartment Living Need Good Manners


When the child is growing up, most parents teach him/her for good manners,
In the later years he learns from many, even from deceivers.
When many gets to a certain age become selfish,
Thinks about him/herself and the good manner vanish.

Some is slamming everything what hand can touch or throw,
Giving out all frustrations, showing his sorrow.
Some do not care if he bothers others with loud music or noise,
Thinks, this is his world and he has the ruling voice.

However, in an apartment house we all should be polite,
Not to scream, howl, make big noise, smoke on the balcony,
Blame others for nature's work, or become a parasite.
We all are connected and we all should respect each other,
This is the only way to live in peace and order, like good sister & brother.

Submitted: Monday, July 25, 2011
Edited: Monday, July 25, 2011

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  • Wahab Abdul (6/6/2013 10:47:00 AM)

    ''However, in an apartment house we all should be polite, '' jem of thought... like it.. yes, one must have manners everywhere... (Report) Reply

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