At The Fair
The band plays joyously,
The fun fair is in full swing.
We walk along the promenade,
Stopping every few footsteps
To hail old friends and make some new.
Then from across the street
She sees a lifelong friend
She crosses quickly, unaware
That someone mad is driving
His newly bought Chevrolet.
The screech of tyres shattering the joy of the fair.
The immortal scythe descended
And death claimed its mortal dues.
I stand, dumbfounded, eyes filled with tears.
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