In the plane I was flying
The child in front of me was kicking and crying,
That noise desperately I tired and wanted to ignore
So, I tried to talk to my son, but all he did was snore.
I then read and I waited for the noise to disperse
I knew for fact that it couldn't get any worse,
Then that precise moment that I closed my eyes
I was quickly awaken again, by the child's cries.
I was hoping for peace and sleep on my long flight
While the child was seeking attention from fright,
I was praying and seeking quietness and sleep
But, instead I received a headache and tears to weep.
Then the precise moment that I closed my eyes
I was quickly awaken by snores and a child's cries,
A valuable lesson I leaned with a headache and shrugs
Next time that I fly....... I will take earplugs.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem