Fame?
I’ve not been ‘up’, so can’t go ‘down’.
I watch TV. Been shown
The famous ‘known’ be sounded,
Talk about their days and nights,
These ‘leading lights’…
One sees the faces, hears the stories:
Bad times, glories…
What a drive you have to have
To stay in gear year after year,
Feeling that you must ‘deliver’
For the salary, the ego;
Learning fame is nothing. So are you.
You are nothing, even though
Applause, reviews seem new and news
Gratifying, satisfying, yes, supplying needs;
With heart that smarts when reading
that they don’t.
There’s a kind of sham in fame;
Fame the bubble, fame a struggle –
Something not worth snuggling up to.
Folk somewhere are going hungry;
World is always getting angry.
Does it really care that you are there…
Or here or anywhere?
The best thing you can do
Is follow paths that show you
What you’re born to. How
good providence
Provides and shows you who
you are.
No one’s born to be a ‘star’,
Human ‘stars’ are concepts only;
Words to entertain the lonely.
Stars are suns
Far in the heavens.
Reader, leader of your inmost being –
Therein lies the star worth seeing.
Fame? 12.27.2021 Nature Of & In Reality; Our Times, Our Culture II; Arlene Nover Corwin
Arlene Corwin Poetry 