Bryn Strudwick Poet Rhyme

OUR CLAIM TO FAME

When I was young and in my prime,
I knew I’d be famous one day.
Although I hadn’t worked out how,
I was quite sure I’d find a way.

I’d play cricket or football for England
And win the World Cup again.
Then win an Olympic gold medal
And become a household name

Or maybe I’d be an actor,
A star of stage and screen,
With a mantlepiece full of Oscars
And be knighted by the Queen.

But now I’m old and past my prime
And none of those things have occurred.
Outside of my own little circle,
My name has never been heard.

But, when the final curtain falls
And the mourners have drifted away,
I’ll leave the stage with no regrets
At the end of my own little play.

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Valsa George September 8, 2025 at 10:13 PM This is so beautiful. Your poem is so full of meaning. When young, we hold many dreams of becoming popular. As we age, we realize that none of our dreams got materialized. Still, you have no regrets as you are sure you will have your claim to fame, when you leave the stage after having led a good life. Bryn Strudwick September 10, 2025 at 8:10 AM Thank you Valsa. I hope you feel the same!