Ever feel like the airline is just phoning it in?
Take me quickly in your arms; I fear I may be dying!
Was s’posed to be in flight by now, but only Time is flying . . .
These long delays are hardly new, nor cancellations, lost
Bushels of baggage, nor the way the airlines jack the cost
Of tickets by these add-on fees that fleece us out of breath–
It’s just that cumulatively, these may make us long for death.
Is this really the meaning of my life, or just my own emotional baggage?
So after all the schlepping ’round from gate to gate to gate,
the pat-downs and the x-rays–oh, I fear it is too late!
Defibrillate my fainting heart; revive my flattened will . . .
This airport life’s hard to survive when I’ve such time to kill!
I hate to be uncharitable, but it all seems so empty . . .
Art-Colored Glasses 
Love it!
Ha! Had to do SOMETHING to keep me occupied whilst I waited, waited, waited, so why not write some silly doggerel! (And yes, Rumpy, I do think of DOGgerel as a very fine thing indeed!)
I know, really i know.. I kind of like waiting for the plane once i am at the gate.. then i read and no-one is a bother. i am all alone in an airport.. i kind of like that…c
I do actually like the down time, except when it gets unplanned stretching and my mind and body are long since ‘headed for the barn’!
Mmm – airports are soulless places. Great if you are heading away on holiday but maybe not so good if the reason for flying is tinged with some sadness.
Well, this one was all in a good cause–I only gripe because I’d so love to be able to teleport instantly and not waste all of that in-airport/in flight time when I’d rather be at my intended destination doing things (including Nothing, whenever possible!). 🙂
Long long ago (here I go again) airports were exciting places. Everyone there was dressed up and ready for a big adventure. Now they are……well your poem pretty much sums it up.
Yes, I was thinking of all of the people dressed in their Sunday best, of eating whole, real meals from breakable plates by using metal cutlery. Ah, good times!
GAH!
Repeat after me:
“It could be worse. It could be Newark…”
Hope you’ve made it home by now!
Yes, I’ve escaped airport purgatory and managed to get home only three hours late this time. Sigh. At least it wasn’t Newark!