Famous Men Poem by sarahfaith Nwosu

Sitting at the back of my limo
i thought of my best friend Bob
as the towns kept us in hiding
the bushes and morning dews only reminded us what hour of the day
a few knew saw Bob both never knew him
a soul with my bank full has changed the world
no more better can a man be that contacted him,
as we fought each day, the words brought the lessons that Bod taught me
'man must always rustle with the spirit he does not want to live with
for who would ever believe the sun of fame shines on men as us
I picked my tears as i left the leaves alone to be knowm by men
i feared a world without Bob
would it take me or leave me?
finally i found joy when i realized why fate gave me all but him,
Only Famous men leave.