Final Destination - Diane Scantlebury

Economy flyers
With no riches or fame,
Stroll slowly
Along life’s travelator,
Occasionally pausing
To cause an obstruction,
No fast track for them,

The high flyers
Push past without excuse,
Their pace fast
And full of self importance
Their destiny assured,
Their world has purpose,

While the rest just dawdle,
Chat and drift along,
Their queue may be longer,
Their space more cramped,
But they’re all heading towards
The same final destination.

Diane Scantlebury