My Poetry. Civility.

A gentle word, a quiet grace,
A smile that softens time and space.
In hurried worlds where tempers rise,
Civility is where peace lies.

It’s not in grand or loud display,
But in the kindness we convey.
A steady tone, a listening ear,
A bridge that draws the distant near.

It asks no more than simple care—
To treat all souls as though they’re rare.
To speak with thought, to stand with calm,
To offer truth as well as balm.

In every act, both small and wide,
Civility walks by our side.
Not weakness, no—it’s strength, refined,
The quiet power of a thoughtful mind.