Caring not for fame's golden hour
it fades to tarnish, fade with age.
nor stretching for the victors diadem
which sit heavy on the brow;
its laurel leaves soon brown and turn to dust.
renown's ephemeral passing glory
lies to soon in slumber with the stars
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Caring not for fame's golden hour it fades to tarnish, fade with age........so true! A sparkling piece of poetry! (10)