Fame is a harlot
Dressed for success
The more gaudy the better
But sadly, more is less!
You wanted that attention
Sold your soul for applause,
Adoration, and devotion
A rebel with no cause.
Narcissus saw himself
Reflected in the pool
Ignored the imperfections
Chose to play the fool.
Fans are not family
They’re there when you do well
But when you fail or fall
They let you go to hell.
If you fall in love
With your own persona
A monotonous courtship follows
Without crown or corona.
Humans are not stars
Much less galaxies
They shine when serving other’s needs
Not selfish fantasies.
A famous man once said
I came to serve, not be served
He gave his life for others
Sought no credit, which he deserved.
Taking up one’s cross
Involves self-sacrifice
The opposite of egotism
And the world’s advice
Stop looking in the mirror
Your future can be clear
Ask yourself the question,
Why has God put me here?
Salvation is not the same thing
As fame or mere success
It is not a self-help scheme
Or trying to impress.
Material possessions
Cannot make you whole
In fact, they cannot fill
The God-shaped vacuum in your soul
So put away the selfies
And focus on another,
I’d say start with Jesus
You need a wise big brother.
BW3
5/16/26
English (US) · 