this will not last

we pause, we sigh,
we wait at the light
as the motorcade
slowly slides by
led by the black hearse.
the drizzle of rain,
the drizzle
of time. so many go quickly,
though most prefer
an easier way
and slowly die.
who knows?
but we wait
and let the line pass.
lights on in single
file.
our turn will come.
be patient,
this will not last.