Obscurity Poem by John Dana Reynolds

I may have been but twenty when it first occurred to me
My future did not hold a date with immortality

No moon walks, cancer cure and let's forget the Nobel prize
There's just no place where I stand out in other people's eyes

There may be time remaining yet to change the path of fate
To seize the day, to strike it rich, accomplish something great

But fickle fate has lots to say on who achieves success
Awarding some with more, and others with a whole lot less

And lasting fame attends not just to those the masses hail
It also fixes firmly to the names of those who fail

Like Custer, Hannibal. Napoleon at Waterloo
Then there's the Edsel and Titanic - just to name a few

So if a quest for greatness also risks calamity
How shrewd of me to play it safe and choose obscurity