The Rock Star’s Lament
I scan the shadows for lurking fans,
as staff surveys surrounding vans.
We know their tricks, know where they gather,
and what gets them in a lather.
Their heads snap back at full attention
when they hear the very mention
of my name and flashbulbs flash.
They ask for autographs and cash.
They reach to touch or cast me gifts.
They corner me on stairs or lifts.
They feign a faint or hum a song
I’ve just recorded as they walk along
the path they know I daily walk,
hoping for a little talk.
I should feel flattered, except that it’s
exhausting to be loved to bits!!!!
For the Sunday Whirl Wordle today, the prompt words are:
touch hum flash faint gather staff tricks head snap bits cast shadows
Thanks to Sam Moghadam on Unsplash for the image.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
A wonderful poem Judy. I’m sure they do get tired of constant adulation.
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Never! I slides right off and then I’m in need of more. ;o)
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😀😅
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Fame must have its downsides. I had a radio show for a while. Most people had no idea what I actually looked like, and the anonymity really suited me!
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But I guess didn’t get you better seating in restaurants? ;o)
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So good Judy!
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Well done, Judy.
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I cannot even imagine what it would feel like to be constantly pursued. You did a great job of painting a picture of it for us here. Thank you.
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First they want notoriety. Then they don’t. Funny how that plays out.
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