Brief Glimpses
Standing outside his house a loaded hearse
Waits to take him on his final journey,
His chauffeur leaning against the gleaming limousine,
Expelling wreaths of blue smoke through his nostrils.
Further along the way eager young faces
Crowd round a temporary sound stage,
Dreaming of their first steps to stardom.
Head down hobbles an old woman
Crossing the street,her stick
Clicking with every painful step.
Oblivious to it all,burbles a baby
In her buggy,her mother
Frowningly wrapped in her daily concerns.
All on the way to who knows where.
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