Showing posts with label big shots. Show all posts
Showing posts with label big shots. Show all posts

Sunday, February 20, 2011

One Autograph for a Ten Year Old

One Request to the Famous
A ten year old boy lies quietly in bed,
He’d rather be outside playing instead,
His spirit is strong as he welcomes each day,
As he looks at the tubes that keep him at bay,
His smile is there even when he’s in pain,
His treatments are dreadful but he rarely complains,
He’s a brave young man unless tempted to cry,
When he sees the fear in someone’s eyes,
Too young for cancer to put him in strife,
But it’s there uninvited to control his life,
The doctors are doing the best they can do,
They’re waiting to see if the chemo comes through,
Being careful with our words to keep his spirits high,
To meet his wishes the family would like to try,
Signatures he’s requested to place on his board,
From celebrities who are willing of their own accord,
Although bedridden, his eyes would dance,
Knowing someone out there gives him a chance,
Leukemia is not an easy disease to subdue,
Signatures would lift his spirits, perhaps from you,
If you’re a star in sports, music, or screen,
It will make his day for your name to be seen,
Politicians and writers, you’re included too,
Please be sure you include what you do,
If you’re a friend or relative of a fabulous star,
Send those autographs from wherever you are,
His condition is critical, he’s confined to a bed,
The hospital has limits, and no visitors can tread,
If you can meet his request just simply reply,
Mail a short note with autograph to the little guy,
If you would like his address to be sent,
Ask me for his information in a comment.




Wednesday, November 24, 2010

A Nobody

Although I am Nobody
I am a nobody,
I can go anywhere and not be mobbed or recognized,
Travel around the country, around the state, or even in town,
Talk to friends, big shots, or other nobodies,
I enjoy my measure of anonymity,
Yet I have talents not exercised,
Within me are golden treasures,
Stored and protected,
Spun out by centrifugal force,
Collected on the walls of my own chamber,
But thoughts and words only proclaim,
Possibly I could grab a measure of fame,
With a little luck and a lot of hard work,
Enjoy the glory, enjoy the luxury,
Yet along with the fame comes the pain,
The loneliness of being special, but not normal anymore,
Not always seeing the world without the world watching you,
The isolation while in a crowd,
The idea of not really knowing which are friends,
And which will run when the money is done,
Being mobbed, swarmed, roughed up,
Treated special, but always in danger of being,
Swindled, threatened, or stalked,
If I could have had fame, I would have balked,
A game of names and glitter and phoniness,
Although I am a nobody, I am more than some of the somebodies,
Because I know who I am and where I’ve been,
Some of the somebodies might drown in the adulation of anybodies,
Or nobodies, while acting out what is real and what is not,
 Just dancing to please the crowd of anybodies,
I think I won’t change, if it’s all the same to you.

Total Pageviews