O was there a lady
Her flight being late
Was she sitting steady
Cozy was it in that corner
Of the airport
Did she think of a sudden
Who would it be if something I bought
Not much
Hunted for a book
In the airport shops
A bag of cookies
In the props she bought
Now comfortable
She did sit
Down on a lounge
Looked at the airport clock
And started reading
Engrossed she was
Reading the book
As the minutes ticked by
Munching on the cookies
She bid a bye
To this world
Around her so mundane
Oh but not for long
What happened?
Oh a young man
Sitting beside her
On the next chair
Bold he was
Propped his hand
Into the bag
In between
And took hold
Of a 'mighty' cookie
She noticed it
But kept mum
To avoid a scene
At the aerodrome
As she read
And the minutes ticked by
In the clock
This gutsy thief
Diminished the stock
She couldn't bear it any more
For each cookie she took
He also took one for sure
Now was the time for the last one
Patiently was she waiting
To watch
The man took it
And broke it into half
And offered the half to
Her
And the other half he took
As the time came
She had accepted the half
And she reached
For her luggage
And surprise!
In front of her eyes
Were her bag of cookies
She realized
It was not him
But her
Who munched
On his packet
Nor hers
After all
He was a young man
Trying to share!:-) :-) :-) :-)

share, reaching god

an inside joke
we both share
i cant make it
because you aren't there.