Fame

  I thought I would be famous,

            Saw it etched somewhere in stone.

I now see fame as worthless

            Knowing each will die alone.

World-wide recognition

            For a day, perhaps decades

Never lasts forever…

            Eventually, fame fades.

 

“On earth as it is in heaven”,

            There’s a new star everyday.

The old then spiral downward

            Burning up along the way.

 

So here I am, quite famous

            A necessary cog,

In society’s machinery.

            I learned this from my dog...

 

It’s not critical masses

            Nor publicity that counts,

It isn’t being recognized,

            Or the salary amounts.

 

True fame is when you notice,

            The very special few,

Who sacrificed a moment

            To share some time with you.