Silent Sunday

Waiting

The departure lounge is half-full
People mill around
Waiting for their delayed flight
To leap off from the ground

The plane has not arrived yet
It'll be over two hours late
We all sit very patiently
By the boarding gate

French, English, Italian
And so many more I can't tell
The accents are so varied
Pronouncing words I couldn't spell

People come and people go
Their purpose here unknown
May be, like me, on holiday
May be just returning home

But we're joined by one small malady
A technical fault, we're told
That keeps us bound in here tonight
While outside the sun beams are gold

In the short time I've been here
My impressions all are good
Sun and views spectacular
Like I always thought they would

A return visit we'll make this week
For a slightly longer stay
Hope the plane delivers us on time
So that in Nice we get to play

Silent Sunday