I’ve always wanted to be a winner,
To drink from the cup,
Garner the prize,
Speak all the platitudes,
Thank all the little folks,
Soak the applause from a
grateful throng.
But fame can be fleeting
And crowds can turn ugly,
And notoriety has its price.
The path becomes muddled with
So many choices til
Differences fade between
right and wrong.
There will be millions…
billions of choices
To make in a world
Spinning far too fast.
In the end there is no
compromise,
And life has made me
A winner at last.
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