Flight Attendants
Have you ever been a-flying?
Up in the sky so blue?
If you have you've seen the people...
Who provide their service to you.
Flying for them is a profession,
One of service, assistance, and care.
How often I have marveled...
At some of the insensitivity they must bear.
Have you ever been a-flying?
In a plane with silver wing?
If so, you've met the people...
Whose "Attendants" is their thing.
I have seen them courteous and collected,
Even in spite of a boor.
Somehow, you know they're thankful...
When he's finally out the door.
Have you ever been a-flying?
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.
And with each step on that airplane...
They greet each person the same way.
Have you ever been a-flying?
Up high...more than a few miles?
You must have met the people...
Whose job is to give out smiles.
For courtesy is their profession,
No time to give way to personal vents.
So, next time you get on an airplane...
Be thankful, for the Flight Attendants!
Copyright © Daniel Cwiak | Year Posted 2010
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