The Business Traveler

A poem about the not so glamorous life of travelling

 

 

He moves like an apparition,
Through the crowded plane,
Others embark on holiday missions,
Yet he is secretly in pain;
Friends envy his situation,
And wish it could be them,
He resents his forced migration,
Time cannot be bought by gems;
During those lonely meals,
He dreams of better days,
Suddenly it is happiness he feels,
And gone is his malaise;