FAMOUS PEOPLE

Famous people, we know them; don’t we?

Famous people, we respect, idolize or adore

Them are for their music, architecture, poetry

Paintings, sculptures and so many things more

Famous people; be they living or dead; shine

Forever. They are kept alive in our collective memory

As an example, a mentor; or a teacher, how best to refine

Our technique, our skill; to do it with honesty and integrity

Famous people were not necessarily born famous; they had to make the slice

Struggle for, take the rejection, Fame was something they earned over time,

A recognition that if they were fortunate, they achieved it while they were still alive

For many, they were “discovered” and lionised after their death, their demise

Fame is fickle. If it finds you, the spotlight is on you. Your life is not your own

Fame is relentless. If you’re fixed within its focused glare. You can’t break free

The world’s press and paparazzi are watching, waiting for that awkward moment

To go in for the kill. To capture a moment when you’re at your most vulnerability

So, famous people; are we jealous? I am not. I have constrictions in my life

As you do in yours; to my knowledge, I am not watched or followed 24 hours a day

(I’m not. Am I?). I choose my idols with care. They had their troubles and strife

They succeeded; did things with words and music. Made it a celebration and a prayer

Famous people; be they living or dead; shine

Forever. They are kept alive in our collective memory

For what they are, they were; what they will forever define

We copy, we mimic and learn that with our technique, our dexterity

Our skill; is to do it with honesty and integrity