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