Social Graces

My social graces are so bad

That I hesitate to go

To high brow parties to decline I'm glad

I feel inferior my ego is low.

The best of friends become estranged

At some slight or dissent

Their friendship becomes changed

Aloof by taciturn consent.

At making friends I'm not adept

But I try my best to retain

The few I have and others accept

The ones acceptable in the main.

When shaking hands I take care

Not to grip a hand too hard

Of the iron grip beware

It doesn't always mean the best regard.

If one can keep a level head

He is able to keep a friend

But careless words that are said

Brings friendships to an end. 

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