Handshake

In the big world, I've learned a lot,

To chuckle just with teeth, not a whole lot.

Shaking hands, my heart kept apart,

A skill learned, a cold kind of art.

When 'Goodbye' is just a fancy mask,

Hiding 'Good-riddance', an easy task.

Saying 'Glad to meet you', a little game,

Not always true, just words to tame.

'It's been nice talking', a phrase rehearsed,

After moments dull, where interest dispersed.

In this learning curve, a social art,

Speaking words, playing a part.