No matter when my flight is
On the day I’m flying home,
I am early to the airport,
Where I sit and write my poem…
And read my book or magazine
And grab a bite to eat
And work a crossword puzzle
‘Til it’s finally complete.
It’s not worth the anxiety
To do last-minute things,
For any slight delay (like traffic),
Oh, the grief it brings!
For someone prone to panic,
Having hours to unwind
Leads to not one drop of boredom,
But a calmer frame of mind.
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