FADE TO BLACK
My life it seems has had its share
of shining moments, recalled with
fondness when some achievement
let me stand awhile inside the light.
But when the bulb more faintly burned,
and shadows ruled the day instead.
Then it was that I have seen the rabid horde
rush to steal the fading rays and claim
that it was they who once before had
kindled the amazing spark and
more than once obtained the praise.
And so my trophies gather dust
and tarnish high upon my victory shelf—
wilted blooms of a forget-me-not life,
which no one seems to remember.