The Fame Spell Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

The Fame spell.

It was Albert, my father, who told me when
I admired the famous in a magazine, look at their eyes
The loneliness they suffer is unbearable.
They are admired as public property we all like to be
A part of, but we care less of their private life.
When they after a show go to the hotel room and
Can hear their own breath and they can`t call anyone
For a chat they will talk respectfully to the famous one
And overlook the person.
That is why they take drinks and drug they want to be
Like you and me, but we will not let them if done it
Will expose our own personal failure and when they err
We condemn them and our love turns to hatred.