The prizes so hard fought for
on display for all to see;
The holders of the winners’ cup
granted entry to the marquee;
A hall of fame so fleeting
seen only by a select few;
A name barely remembered
and mostly no one knew;
The best are filled with pride,
some turn arrogant and vain;
When the chequered flag is raised
they all end up the same.
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At the end of the day, while nice, accolades are indeed mostly fleeting. Well done, my friend!
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Cheers Kevin. It seems yesterday’s poem has frightened everyone else away.🤔
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Ah, no worries. They shall return, I am sure. Maybe they just need a moment to reflect.
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