The Airport

I sit and watch as people go by
Worldwide destination off they fly
Hurrying from one gate to the next
I often wonder from where they left
Lines for food and lines for flights
People line up day and night
Family, business, or vacation fun
Many searching for endless sun
Crowds come in and crowds go out
And yet there are still crowds about
Luggage towed or on their backs
How much luggage did they pack?
Soldiers, sailors, businessmen
Bratty kids and old-time friends
In suits and shorts, uniforms too
Sandals, sneakers, and well-worn shoes
Young or old, they travel alike
All are eager to catch their flight
The world has many a place to roam
If I catch my flight, I’ll go home.

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