Poem 40 of 230:  EFFICIENCY

 

On a flight from San Fran. to New York,

    One hour our plane did balk,

As on full taxiways we dallied

    While competing-planes were freed.

 

Yet, as I looked around the cabin,

    Sometime during all this stalling,

It was sadly evident to me

    That far too many seats were free.

 

Then, after a late takeaway tea,

    I turned on the New York T.V.,

And saw NASA staff acting like stars,

    Re landing Pathfinder on Mars.

 

Yet, walking Manhattan the next day,

    I saw tens with nowhere to stay,

And I wondered just how much housing,

    For the poor, that space-wealth could bring.

 

(C) David Franks 2003 - https://walkaboutsverse.blogspot.com