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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