Ingrates Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

Ingrates



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.

Thursday, April 2, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: manners
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