I read a blog ’bout ‘saying sorry,’
and being older, began to worry.
The premise seemed to be just that,
More dire than if I’d killed your cat.
But no, the objection was being made
To inadvertently bumping, elbow raised.
When getting out of elevator,
As casual as “I’ll see ya later.”
The bumper began to question why,
They should seek forgiveness for passing by.
Wondering why this should be so,
Being humbled by an inadvertent blow.
Monkey’s can’t, I’m sure you’ve guessed
Though many tried to pass sorry test.
But I demur, its not that I see,
Simply put, it’s common courtesy.