Seat 40

One older, one younger

For a moment best friends

Sharing time side by side

Until their journey ends

Sunlight streams in the window

As the countryside flies by

I wonder what they're thinking

As I look to catch their eye

Think I'll describe them now

As they're both so very fair

To give you a picture

Of their appearance, their air

The older, seems thoughtful

Crossword puzzle to stimulate

Gentle seems her nature

Almost happy to wait

Till the destination is reached

Or may be that's me

Reading too much in to something

That I simply can't see

Wonder where she is headed

And what she will do

When the journey is over

Is she coming home to you?

The younger is pretty

May be stunning is right

Hair falling softly

Eyes piercingly bright

Lost in conversation

With phone in right hand

May be she's just trying

To make it go as smoothly as planned

Wonder where she is headed

With her graceful style

Does she know deep down

She has a most beautiful smile

I'm parked in number 40

When I check out my seat

I'm grateful to you ladies

You've made my trip complete