Delay

There you sit, ruining my day.

I'm annoyed with you, the cause of my delay.

My passengers are tired and ready to be gone.

But your lack of functioning leaves everything undone.

Why must you break before I even start?

And destroy my evening plans of which you had no part.

I sit, I sigh. There's nothing I can do,

But hope and pray someone will fix you soon.

I watch your faces as your expressions change.

I feel sympathy for you, though some may think that strange.

I am in the same boat as you, waiting for my flight.

I may be working when it comes, and yes, I know your connection is tight.

I've watched you squirm for an hour now

And I know that you will understand somehow

That the delay is not what I wanted today

And your anger will help no one's day

Here I am waiting to start work.

I hadn't planned this obnoxious perk.

I get to write and post this poem,

But I'd rather be flying and then on my way home.

My day started so great. I was happy to fly.

Now I'm sitting watching as the minutes tick by.

I have to smile, even though I want to scream,

When I hear my co-workers tell me to "Live the Dream."

So once again I sit, pondering this delay

And wishing I were sitting on the beach today.

The day is mostly over and I have yet to begin.

I'm so far behind now I feel like I can't win.

I was happy to be called, right up until now

And I don't see how it possibly could get better somehow.

But work I soon will, a very long day,

As I sit and wait because of this stupid delay.