Courtesy

The evening has come, that's when one feels free to just sit
By the glowing fire, relaxed, pen in hand waiting for inspiration.
To be inspired is to feel with your whole being,
To what its right or wrong, it is right to expect,

That people who know you, or they think, they know you,
To treat one with courtesy, to be treated as one would expect
To be treated oneself etc, etc not be taken advantage of  
It is wrong that the people,  who think they know you,

Take advantage off one's good heart, one's kindness
One's knowledge that everything isn't what it should be,
Even though one would do anything absolutely anything,
To help to inspire,  and not to be selfish the  me, me only me, society.

The desire to bend one's at their will,  to expect one to be free
At any moments notice, to be there no matter what and in good heart..
I had known someone like this, that would say jump and one would say how high,
I would have done anything for this person, but their selfishness was such,

That was so tiresome, and she made use of me, only when it suited them.
If I suggested let us do this or that, it was always a no, no, no
If I went to see them they were always, to busy but then they'd ring
Let's do such and such and ones suppose to jump through hoops.

Only when they'd needed some favour, they'd get in touch with me
And of course I'd always oblige, that was just me.
But if one turned the tables and asked a favour instead,
You know what the answer would be, do you not my friends.

                                        By Connie James