Ruth Lennox


Fame - Poem by Ruth Lennox

Fame is for the fickle
But not the faint of heart
It never really ends
And it never really starts

Its not for the undetermined
Or for the very strange
It works for the ambitious
Who have some talent range

The movies they pay off
With their sweat and all their blood
But the tears never truly end-
They turn into a flood

Because no-one understands
A life spent in the limelight
No-one truly understands
That fame is like a bar fight

The punches thrown
The sides are taken
But no-one really wins
If I'm not mistaken

Hounded by reporters
Their life is just a farce
And to find a down-to-Earth
Is really very scarce

So they put on their fake faces
And smile for the cameras
Thye donate to their charities
And cry, 'Save the llamas! '

But they know, deep inside
That no-one knows they're kidding
Not just the others but themselves
So they're never truly winning

But just one more lie?
Surely it can't hurt
They're not going to kill themselves
Not like stupid Kurt

They'll just lie in bed
And contemplate their life
Then roll over and kiss
Their husband or their wife

They'll continue to kids themselves
But now no-one else
Eventually they'll expire
And get put back on the shelf

Oh, cause fame is for the fickle
But not the faint of heart
It never really ends
And it never really starts

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 8, 2006



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