Fame
What mystery is in this thing call fame,
that makes some people rise and then fall flat?
Maybe their bloated ego led them to Shame.
What misery is in this thing call fame,
that makes a simple soul famous and never remain the same?
A sober soul met fame and turned to a spoilt brat.
What misery is in this thing call fame,
That makes some people rise and then fall flat?
( August, 2017)
Copyright © Modupe Sefunmi | Year Posted 2018
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