Of fame

 

Yesterday no one knew you,

nameless you wandered free;

grew like a wild flower on a distant hill,

praised by eyes that held beauty-

Tomorrow everyone will know you,

your name known far and wide;

like an exquisite butterfly on display

standing stare of every passer-by-

Today is when you must decide

which choice would have your senses soothe,

for dear friend beware, of fleeting fame

it is but truth-

of course it pays you thrice;

even so, the elixir of happiness it gives

comes with a heavier price.

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