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.