He has, indeed, with luck perhaps <br />managed to grow an inch above my head. <br />The stewardess who walked with him, <br />as they de-planed was duly smitten <br />the modern business class for those who can. <br /> <br />Yes, he reminds of days gone by, a while ago, <br />though skills are different now, it's all computers. <br />High tech, a basketful of gadgets comes a-visiting, <br />and soon we talk of salaries, as paid down in La Jolla. <br /> <br />Comparing, in the dim light of the lounge, <br />teeth looking good and just a hint of belly, <br />can hold his drink and likes variety, <br />maturity has come, at last to roost. <br /> <br />I now await the day that distances are blah, <br />two hours for a continental crossing, <br />we must do lunch and dinner, and a whole lot more, <br />though thirteen thousand miles is not for pigeons. <br /> <br />So, off he went again, the pride of those who wave, <br />we trust the system and the pilot looked the part, <br />a bit of wind and one small thought of men with guns, <br />it will be good to hear the telephone at dawn.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-welcome-visitor/
