MANY times, more than twice
I have seen,
the ghosts of family, friends,
and then some whose faces
that I did not know

Quaintly with ethereal elegance
they are silky touch, feather
breath, and opal eye
outside of the tick-tock
of father-time

It is most inappropriate to ask
of them, to state their business
or intended pleasure

Extend your politeness over scorn,
I say!