RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: LIFE SONGS
Glory
Glory is a fickle lover
She belongs to those who claim her
Yet she belongs to no one
We dedicate our younger lives
To winning the ultimate prize
Rising above all others
As if our happiness depended
On another’s sorrow
We take hold of the winner’s trophy
That proclaims our ultimate greatness
Only to watch it all dissolve
Like crumbling ash in the wind
Glory lifts us to the highest peaks
Demands the world’s attention
Declares a singular superiority
Surrounds us with servile sycophants
Delivers a divinity of pleasures
And builds our egos into
Impenetrable fortresses
Before leaving us abandoned
And alone
Glory is a fickle lover whose
Greatest gifts are endless tears
Of sorrow and remorse
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