I sit here watching the people walk to and fro
Bags clutched tightly as though a small child
Loud speakers blare updates on departing flights
Adventures lay ahead for those conservative and wild
The thrill of the journey though tempered by repetition
Enlightens the spirit of thoughts of things yet to be
Complaints and bickering plague weary travelers
Pale in comparisons of the excitement of places to see
Yet when the voice decries the flight will be boarding
Ears perk up no matter veteran or brand new
With the excitement of children headed to lunch
All travelers smirk knowingly for they are the lucky few
