Slingshot

A great deal of my life has been spent waving goodbye to women in airports. It seems they are always leaving something pretty good for something mighty distant. I try to chase after them, tell them don't board that airplane, but I only trip and fall like a fool to the floor of the terminal. I stare, bewildered, at my feet -- some rascal has tied my shoelaces together! A sideways brat tugs his mother's skirt, points and laughs with wicked glee. He is the culprit, I know it! But I should be the one laughing, and I tell him so, because here I am lounging while he's sliding off the side of the Earth.