Faces reflected in glass
Images of beauty,
Fleeting, never last.
Passing ghosts
Give way to those most lost.
But every road has its cost.
Gold or service rendered,
Time and emotion tendered.
Pass the host a glass!
Something which sparkles,
Distracts from this debacle
And farcical display.  
She necks the glass,
Looks away,
Walks off into the night
Slightly swayed,
Yet not afraid.