A Worker's Lament Poem by Mary Daly

I love Luton Airport,
It's a great place to go,
It's a great place to visit,
(People do that you know) ,
I like all its workings,
It has its own charm,
It's a wonderful building,
So quiet and calm,
Then suddenly frantic,
As people arrive.
There's hustle and bustle,
On which the shops thrive,
'Where shall we go first? '
The passengers debate,
As they set out in force
To their ultimate gate,
To the airline they've chosen,
To the lights oh so bright,
That promise to take them
To their lands of delight.
But before that to cafes, or shops,
Or the bar,
On to refresments
As they've travelled so far,
To get to the airport,
To get on a plane,
To go out on holiday,
Alas, to return,
All too soon to normality,
To work, oh but then,
Only a year
Till they're back here again.
So to all of you passengers
Who enjoy it so much,
Using the airport
To perhaps keep in touch
With family far distant,
With newly found friends,
Who have such great holidays
That start and that end
At this wondeful Airport
I'd just like to ask,
Just a small thing - not big,
Not a huge, giant task.
To look after our airport,
To treat it as home,
To respect and to love it,
As from here you roam.
So please put your rubbish
In the bins that are there,
Please respect other passengers,
Show that you care.
Don't leave them a mess
On the chairs where they'll sit,
Just leave the place tidy,
So it's nice for a bit.
A tidy house looks lovely and clean.
So think kindly of our Airport,
Leave it pleasant to be seen.