Sitting in a hotel lobby
An original poem inspired from people watching
This is a poem I wrote while sitting in a hotel lobby…as the title suggests. I was waiting for my sister and to save my phone battery, I made these notes from 2 hours of people watching. Whether we realise it or not, life is always happening around us. How often do we take time to acknowledge it? Everyone we pass has a story, a life, a name. Sometimes I like to make up stories about what’s going on in peoples day, hence this poem…
I’m sitting in a hotel lobby,
Legs crossed on a bench.
I’m sitting in a hotel lobby,
People watching .
I’m sitting in a hotel lobby,
Writing my thoughts as they come to me.
I’m sitting in a hotel lobby,
Wishing I had a cup of tea!
I’m sitting in a hotel lobby,
Someone has just rushed by.
They seem like they’re in a hurry,
I wonder to myself, why?
I’m sitting in a hotel lobby,
A teen walks by with ice cream.
I thought it was too early to sell that,
But that scoop looks like a dream!
I’m sitting in a hotel lobby,
A mother with a pram slowly strides.
The baby is so cute and small,
She shows me her toy with pride.
I’m sitting in a hotel lobby,
A couple arrive but not together.
Perhaps their relationship is experiencing,
Some stormy weather.
I’m sitting in a hotel lobby,
A toddler plods past.
He seems to be leading the way,
As his mother pants and gasps.
I’m sitting in a hotel lobby,
Two ladies struggle to carry all their bags.
Was this a girls trip shopping day?
I wonder what the prices were, on the tags.
I’m sitting in a hotel lobby,
Someone has just finished their morning run.
Perhaps they are training for the upcoming marathon,
Wouldn’t that be fun?
I’m sitting in a hotel lobby,
Someone has ordered some food.
As the smell fills the reception,
I know someone is about to eat good.
I’m sitting in a hotel lobby,
A man talks loudly on the phone.
It seems like his friend is going through a break-up,
And is feeling all alone.
I’m sitting in a hotel lobby,
A family walks out in matching clothes.
The kids are crying, the mother looks stressed,
The dad is walking, on his own.
I’m sitting in a hotel lobby,
I notice a picture frame off centre.
I wonder what it could be covering?
A crack? A stain? A portal to enter?
I’m sitting in a hotel lobby,
Another family comes out too.
Quite the opposite of the previous group,
Who were feeling all blue.
I’m sitting in a hotel lobby,
Three elderly woman wish me a good morning.
They were the only one’s to acknowledge me,
Should I find that concerning?
I’m sitting in a hotel lobby,
With not really a clue,
About what is really going on in these peoples lives,
I guess I just assumed…
As we all do.
