to the blessed...
who waltzed through doors
others opened for them
who were fated for lives of influence and power
and did their worst but still claimed a prize
who never let any Reality into their bubbles
and succeeded because their own Reality was blessed...
you ache because you know the hard way
that even a Name will fade with time
and your works join a Public Domain of works and ideas
that have passed through other minds
with varying degrees of accomplishment and value
and your quest to be immortal will last as long
as a mind remembers it was you who rendered the work
oh at that realization you'll either fold up and die
in the memories of your time of strength and pride
or you'll hike up your socks and get moving
as well as age and the damages of living have wrought on you
will let you do...you who in your vanity wanted to rise above
the common mentalities formed your own commonality
as easy to classify as one butterfly from another
pinned to the corkboard of your fame....
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