Subject: Wynn Poem - Fame and Death

 

Fame and Death

 

It's easy for fame

To become like death.

In the celebration

Of what you've already done,

Your future becomes frozen

In the level of familiarity

Everyone has with your past,

And your vanity

Eats it up like poison,

So before you know it,

You don't exist anymore,

Except in everyone's memory,

And you slowly atrophy

And die inside,

As you cling onto

Everyone's thought form

About your greatness.

The good news,

If you're lucky,

Is you probably have enough money

To own a big house

With a long driveway

And iron gates at the bottom,

Where you can lock yourself in

And hide

From the masses

So they will never know

How empty and lonely

You've become.

Fame is like death