Fame can be fleeting in its nature when you think
There will be something left more than a blink
We remember what others in past deeds have done
And not always when their toil meant they won
The fact that we have stories of their deeds
Means that ordinary people have fame that exceeds
What they might have expected in their lives
When they are required to do more that ordinary drives
But what makes people famous can be different
In a time when being famous may be your only vent.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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