Flame of Fame
Who wasn't, at least once, licked by a flame -
aspiring, alluring dream of fame?
Where we are good, great, better and the best -
rising, soaring on wings above the rest!
Waking reluctantly to our own lot,
letting go of fame’s fickle, fleeting thought -
small close-knit bubble knows us by our name
while rich and famous bask in glory’s flame.
But here’s the rich upside for You and I -
minding business away from prying eye!
The price of fame is not quite feasible,
Its wealth can’t buy to get invisible!
February 22, 2021
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