Do we reach for fame and glory
As our fateful star ascends?
Or does it come to seek us out?
A silent secret friend.
For some it's made of perspiration
Born of honest work,
Talent and ability,
Duty never shirked.
Lengthy in it's coming,
It lingers but a while.
Its sweetness is uncommon
Like the flavor of a smile.
But fame and glory climbing
Out of notoriety
Isn't quite the same,
And not what it's cracked up to be.
In a flash it comes and goes
Like lightning in a storm,
Leaving only empty feelings
Without shape or form.
As we struggle for the spotlight
So all will know our name,
Few will know the joy of glory
Or the price of fame.
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