As Good as a Name
Back in the day when a man had a name,
Mothers cooed softly one day there’d be fame
For each of their first born to empty their womb,
As softly the first light would enter the room.
So, to soldiers, and jurists, and those called to preach,
The cut of the cloth was peculiar to each,
While fashion excesses, like shiny black spats,
Toppled in time, like those chimney pipe hats.
Some still seek for fame through the clothes that they wear,
While others stand out for their outlandish hair,
I’ve asked why Mr. Trump wears his hair like a fop,
And so many sports jocks wear long hair like a mop?
Notorious rogues seek a life of dark crime,
As if there’s reward in a cell doin’ time;
Inventors find acclaim through novel inventions,
While actors win fame through cogent pretensions.
Maybe it’s fine for the public to grieve
The great men who die, and laud all that they leave,
For each man who’s died had tried in his way
To be remembered for longer than the span of his day.
Some leave the world better, and some leave it sad
While others were good men, some were just bad;
Some, like my Father missed out on such fame,
But for me, that earned title was as good as a name.
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