Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Civility, by Terry Slaughter

Of note,
Civility is a thing unto
itself to be cherished
Like Grandma’s old stories
You will understand, But,
only later.

It must be loved,
Dressed, washed, fed,
Or it will grow legs and
Walk out
Or wings
And fly away.

It does not need us We need it.

Lest we douse ourselves
in gas And
set ourselves,
And everything around
us, to flame.

Then, only the memory will remain.


1 comment:

  1. We could use a lot more of this in our political discourse today.