When dawns rise
And hide stages of surprise
Unleashing the suns
On those in filthy cans
They feel the pressure
Like an unskilled hunter looking for a treasure
They feel the many eyes burn
And the many heads turn
To their directions
Pointing at all omissions
What is man to do?
When the stage is for each one not two?
Fears of disappointments
Tears of commitments
Only tongues which lack the experience wag
Creating for the pressured many an unnecessary tag
If only they knew of fears of the standing-talls
When they dream of nasty falls
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

2 replies on “TAMING FAME”
We’re on the same page today… I love this poem. The rhythm of your writing is wonderful, the meaning behind your words pounds into the mind with the force of drum beats.
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Thank you very much Pam. Blessings. 🙂
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