@Musician 13 April 2022

Poem about Bon-Ton It hid. It hid behind a shadow. It is afraid to come out. It is afraid for a reason. Few of us respect it. Few of us use it. We forgot it existed. They say new times, new rules. How is it possible? How is it possible that we don't take off our hats when we greet a lady? How is it possible that we no longer give thanks when someone gets up to sit us down? How is it possible that we no longer give thanks when someone lights a cigarette for us? How is it possible that there are no more gentlemen? To pull out a chair. To hold the coat. To carry heavy bag. How? Where did Bon-Ton go? Let's find it! Let's get it back! Author: Musician Thanks a lot for reading. Lead image source: unsplash