Airports, Airports
Stranded at the airport…grand
Who dealt to me this bad hand?
Everything seemed in my way
At least I knew I could not stay
All the people in a hurry
Rushing quickly everywhere, the scurry
Dragging luggage so intent
I could not tell who came or went
Some were stranded, sleeping
Some were walking, creeping
On chairs and benches all around
Or sleeping on the ground
Will we go where we have to go?
We don’t like the airport show
Flying sometimes seems a chore
I don’t think I care for airports any more
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