What a delay there has been today
Cold fresh blasting gusting winds have had their say
Several hours to wait as plane is late
Pushed back as inward flight held up in northern State
Patiently we sit as the hours go by
Some passengers stand while others lie
More and more come to departure gate
So full, not much more room at this rate
An announcement; flight is called for a southerly direction
Soon, space is eased, seats no longer at such premium
At last our scheduled plane flies in, draws up to exit ramp
Those travelers alight, soon it is our turn to finally decamp
Written at Newark Airport, New York - 21st January 2019
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A perfect description of a flight delay, creatively framed as a poem. Enjoyable read!