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Before The Rush
Before the rush
I watched a bit
Of Ted Kennedy’s funeral,
Sipped a latte and was touched
By the eloquence of it all,
The eulogies, the picture
Of the widow’s face,
And I thought about
Those who have passed
With little or no fanfare,
Those who led simple quiet lives,
No material wealth or fame,
Their names etched
In someone’s heart,
Someone sitting sobbing
All alone. Stephen
Nesbitt ©
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