poetry from warren adler

Stewardesses

Where are all the pretty girls that tended us on every flight

And were such a joyous sight

The fact is that they’re still there

Giving comfort in the air

Look hard, you’ll find the shadow of their younger look

What nature gave, it later took

But if you watch them as they ply the aisles

You’ll see they have not lost their pretty smiles

-W.A.