“I’m a Minneapolis based pilot for Delta airlines.” “Tell me what a typical workweek is like for you as a stewardess.”
In the halls of discourse, where words intertwine, A dialogue took place, one not so fine. A woman, poised, with wings on her chest, Spoke of her skies, where she flew best. "I'm a Minneapolis based pilot," she declared, For Delta Airlines, through the clouds she fared. Yet, the man across, in suit and tie, Heard not her truth, but let it fly by. "Tell me," he asked, with a misplaced cue, "What a typical workweek is like for you, As a stewardess," he continued, unaware, Of the error he made, in the air. The room fell silent, the words hung tight, A testament to the overlooked flight. Not a stewardess, but a pilot, she stood, Commander of the skies, misunderstood. In the expanse of blue, where dreams take wing, She charted her course, made engines sing. Not serving drinks, but navigating stars, Beyond the grasp of outdated bars. This story, a reminder, clear and stark, Of perceptions missed, shots in the dark. In the field of skies, where she proudly soars, Breaking boundaries, opening doors. So, listen closely, hear what's said, For in every word, truth is spread. A pilot she is, in the vast blue sea, Flying high, where she's meant to be.
@rwalker1072 @yashar Thanks for the poem Bob , but the real problem here, besides the OBVIOUS, is the Senator[s] failure to LISTEN. One wonders how much other information he is NOT paying attention to.
@rwalker1072 @yashar You do indeed win the internet today!
@rwalker1072 @yashar Winning poem of the day goes to: YOU!
@rwalker1072 @yashar A very good post. Thank you.