Why So Nice
Ministrations that maintain joy
can practice a modest self respect
Slights will starve upon true regard
Silhouettes drawn with like aspect
Hope is constantly cleaning rooms
Its doors open to window’s breeze
Shelter’s varied merits are prized
Unfortunate some carry no keys
Pure eyes stare into sullen skies
walking to learn for wished escape
Keening whine rends another light
elders cry, dusting a small shape
“Why so nice?” in such unquiet a place
questioned by a new acquaintance
In wonder of this sedate politeness
good outweighs the bad in patience
“Why so nice?”, in a world so spun
In every morning there's joy to bask
Every corner can be enlightened
Encourage self respect’s cogent task
EaS
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