You know,
those stars of stage and screen
The ones we’ve been dying to meet?
Perhaps
‘tis better if we kept our distance
and admired them from afar
Cos’ up close
they’re unlikely to be
worth putting up
on a pedestal
for all the world to see
Call me a cynic
if you feel like it
but the law of gravity insists
that, anyone once worshipped
Is someday going to be
considered inadequate
In other words
stars are born one day
only to be torn down the next
So, whether meteoric rise or otherwise
all stars have this in common with each other
First it’s meander and rise
then it’s smoulder or nosedive
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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