The Fickle Dame Of Fame

Oh, the insignificant claim to that eternal sought-for fame;
It has its own personal value and that, you had best claim,
For the ultimate rung upon that ladder is elusive
And if you miss it when it comes, you may never fly again.
Nothing being conclusive!

Sometimes life literally places our hand upon the rung
But other times we try but are forever unsung -
Upon the periphery of fame and notoriety. We later learn before we fall
It may have been better to have tried and failed than to have never tried at all.

Lucile I. Burke
November 29, 1996

 

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