The Business Traveller

Travel is not so glamourous after all

Dedicated to all the business travellers





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;