Boarding The Plane Poem by Chimdike Eze

Morning, evening and night
And one loud sound
And there shall be cries
When the plane takes off

Like a flash of light
Those with tickets are picked
The patient ones were taken
It is too late
The plane is gone

Sunset and evening
The day shall still come
The plane would soon reach the ground
But the arrival time is unknown

Although through our Bourne of
Time and space
The journey through skies
And tears in the eyes
Of those who missed the flight
We hope to meet the King Pilot
When we board the plane.