The accolades of yesterday’s heroes
slowly fade with the ravages of time.
Stories of their glory days get distorted
as they’re passed down by word of mouth.
Their contributions are overshadowed
by the rise of today’s young superstars.
And as today’s stars surpass their records,
a piece of that legend dies there and then.
But when today surrenders to tomorrow,
their superstars will be yesterday’s heroes;
And tomorrow’s highly regarded prospects
will wear the crown worn by today’s heroes.
acknowledge where acknowledgement is due. an inspiring piece for tomorrow. sjg
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hank Aaron's in the news again, flaming out as Barry Bonds approaches his hard-earned record. I guess literature is one route to immortality. Shelley's Ozymandius illustrates the point you're making here. Check it out. Great poem. Harsh, but true.