Here at arrivals, sights I see.
A suntanned Chinaman fresh from Fiji
Blond haired women, sunnies on their eyes
Maori mother with a tattooed chin,
Now there's a surprise.
An older man looking like cash
Visiting Sydney
With his handlebar moustache
Excited children
Family reunions
Flowers and kisses
Reminds me how slack I am when it comes to my misses.
Smiling faces
Others looking lost
The joy to be here
Not counting the cost.
I like arrivals
And this is why
The people are happy
Departures we cry.
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Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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Comments4
Nice imagery.
Thanks, no snugs against my groin though!
Typo
Good write 2.
Arrivals are always the best… Departures not so much, except perhaps for fleeing the worst that pursues…
drinking coffee in a roadside cafe .. checking flight times & keeping fingers crossed there shall be no delays .. Neville
Departures are not all misery, especially in your case.
Go easy, with the old fella.
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