Attendants
Have you ever been a-flyin'
Up in the sky so blue?
If you have you seen the people
Who provide their service for you.
Flying for them is a profession
One of assistance, service, and care.
I often times have mumbled
At some of the things they hear.
Have you ever been a-flyin'
In a plane with silver wing?
If so you have met the people
Whose "attendance" is their thing.
I have seen them courteous and collected
Even in spite of a boor.
Somehow you know they are thankful
When the last one is out the door.
Have you ever been a-flyin'
Up above in a crowded plane?
Have you ever wondered
How those people do not go insane?
Life for them is walking
Thousands of miles each day.
With every step they take on that plane
They try to help in every way.
Have you ever been a-flyin'
Up high...well over a country mile?
Then you must have seen the people
Whose job it is to smile.
Courtesy is the watchword of their profession
No time to give way to personal vents.
So when you get on an airplane
Be thankful for the "Flight Attendants".
Copyright © Dan Cwiak | Year Posted 2015
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