Gateways to the world, where new journeys start,
Airports will always have a place in my heart.
Friends meet, people greet; they embrace and they cry;
Some promise to return, others truly mean goodbye.
New cities wink from departure screens;
And old ones remind me of places I’ve been.
I still get excited when I get to the gate,
Even when a delay has forced me to wait.
But it’s clueless passengers that I just can’t handle,
Like queuing behind a man who wears socks with his sandals.
This silly little poem has been brought to you by a light-hearted lunch hour spent daydreaming about flights.