he sees a movie with two beautiful starlets of the past
in it
one died in her forties of cancer
the other in her sixties of heart problems
he is sad their beauty and their lives didn’t last
except in their movies
at least they had that
he ponders how when he dies he won’t have
any remnants of his life on earth
he realizes as the years speed by
the tens
the hundreds
the thousands
and more
nobody will have any remnants of who they were
or what they did
it’s as if it’s all illusionary
or just a dream
this passing life
this ever ending
impermanence.
Bob Boyd