Airport
Coming into the world
Living in an airport
Walking strolling running
Living a life of a sort
Some eat breakfast
Some eat lunch
Some eat little
Some eat much
At the end of the day
We wait at the gate
To leave this place
The memories we made
Waving goodbye
To everyone
Our time called
Under the sun
We stayed a while
Thinking all will last
In a bustling place
Time moves fast
The present hurts
The past lost
The future fades
All a speck of dust








Reads like a worldly passport of live.
I have spent half my life in airports to know.. thank you for your comment
You can take this as time is fleeting or that you lost a lot of time. Nice Sam;))
This is like a quick episode of many in an airport. It captures the essence of the waiting and the time spent and its observations.
I like it, well done, Sam.
Phenomenal write, Sam. I liked the vibe of this read, my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
You had me thinking what it really must be like spending so much time in an airport. All the hustle and bustle, all the faces of stangers. I would imagine it would be stressful. Great way of expressing yourself Sam. Thanks for sharing, buddy.
Jackie ☺️
Life is a series of trips. Great write.
This is really good. Well said and very relatable. Being a frequent flyer can make anyone’s life a total blur.