Fame Poem by Susannah Maher

In Darkness lies awaiting Fame,
Do you hear it calling out your name,
So who will be next to join the Game?

A sudden sweep of bright spot light,
When you're seen you loose all sight,
Of what is good and what's alright.

You'll make more noise than it matters,
When you try to climb the ladder.
I give this warning to you friend,
that you may meet an unnesessary end.
'Cause when you mess with Fickle Fame,
I tell you now, nobody ever wins the game.