The Hollywood Walk of Fame
Here is a poem by Emily Dickinson on the subject of fame. It is short, but packs a punch.
Fame Is a Fickle Food
Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate Whose table once a Guest but not The second time is set Whose crumbs the crows inspect And with ironic caw Flap past it to the Farmer’s corn Men eat of it and die
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