Fame

Fame
The time seems to stop,
Have you looked at the clock??
I noticed it a moment ago,
Shall we go ahead and start the show??

A parallel to our own demise,
We all wear masks as our disguise
Hiding from ourselves at times,
Not wanting to see the truth in rhyme

A poet, jester, lover and lair,
This is who we try to lure
Taking within those who are naive,
Then showing them how not to believe

Trust no one is the statement of choice,
One that holds true as it comes from our voice
Unfortunately there are the innocent that come out at birth,
The ONLY innocents that exist on this earth

So know this sinners and know this well,
As we all have that one way ticket to hell
Repenting and apologizing is not going to clear your name,
It shall just leave that legacy of selfishness that we humans tend to call "fame".

Copyright 3-30-2011 Stacy Perry

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I feel sorry for famous people. To lose your private life would be a bad thing. Fame can be a blessing if used right. Can be a downfall also. I like the story and description in this poem. The last paragraph was strong and true. A excellent poem.
Coyote

[Ruth]

This is powerful honey, I am liking the word structure a lot! We as humans, are going to have nothing to leave behind if we are not careful! xx