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Poetry #9: Face in the crowd

Born to be like no one else
Set to float on one’s own sails

Early days and success abound
A new king’s just been crowned

Wider than ever the net was cast
And then the cracks showed at last

Adoration no longer came thick and fast
Leaving the high and mighty aghast

What’s it to be like anyone else
When your recognition really fails

Start afresh time and again
With very little ground to gain

Time’s said to be a great healer
But often not the wonted reliever

The world simply passes by
Even as one withholds the cry

Knowing what really can be
Solaces little the soul that be

Forever a mind that never cowed
Nothing more than a face in the crowd

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