There is an unwritten language that follows us all,
Something more than words which if misunderstood can lead to our fall.
Something money cannot buy or intimidate or influence,
However lose sight of the truth it can be lost is an instance.
It takes years to wield and command,
But in our lives this is something we demand.
Hard for the young easy for the old,
The masters of it rival with those bold.
A world without it would be a displeasure,
Even those of stature they cannot measure.
The language I speak of is no hidden dilect,
The language I follow is the one of respect.

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