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