Fame - Poem by Wayne Bowen
Come to me I am worthy.
Make me what I long to be.
Beware of her if she comes when called.
There are more worthy things to seek.
The only way to control her
is to be yourself then she will not change you.
Treat her with respect and allow
her to work for you and use
the good for others.
Many will follow with their mask of greed
but they will leave nothing
after you are used.
Like a raging fire they
use everything and leave nothing;
Like a storm they take
beauty and turn it into trash.
When she leaves those who
welcomed her call out
'let all know me for what I am'
but for some the only answer is death.
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