Who hasn’t wanted fame at some point in their life? Even if only a short flight of fancy, in a daydream, so to speak.

And maybe some of you reading this, have attained a certain amount of fame, and if so, then sincerely, good for you.

As with many teenage boys, years ago, I fanaticized about becoming a rock star. The adoration, girls, money, and being able to travel the world, play my music to oceans of adoring fans. This of course, without fully realizing the work necessary to attain that goal. And now that I’ve got several decades of wisdom under my belt, I’m glad I didn't take that path. The pressure, in every sense of the word, living in hotel rooms, out of a suitcase for months on end. No thanks, not the life for me. Besides, to quote a familiar cliché, "We’re all rocks stars to somebody."

No, I like the idea I can walk down a street, largely unrecognized, except for a few souls who share this part of the planet with me. For I am but a humble poet, who found his true place in the world, a long time ago.

So, for me, if someone can read one of my poems, and benefit from it in some small way, whether to bring a smile, laugh, or even a tear...enlightenment, then that’s fame enough for me.

And now as I wrap up this latest volume of poems, as always, I am tempted to hang up my poet’s hat, but then what else would I do? Not to mention, one of my spirit guides is reminding me, “Not time yet wheeler-dealer to tally up the score.”

Season’s greetings everyone, and Merry Christmas to all!


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