No-one wants to be a legend in their own lifetime,
fame is surely about history and becoming more
than that. A name to remember, someone who
made their mark, invented something or wrote
a classic book, something people still read.
No-one wants to be a legend in their own lunchtime,
fifteen minutes and then all done, over and out,
forgotten. That’s just talk, local adulation,
a moment in the news, applause then silence.
Nothing people will remember for long.
No-one wants to be a legend in their own lunchbox,
crammed up against cheese sandwiches, a bag
of crisps and a chocolate bar. That’s conceit,
self-delusion, a moment in the middle of the day
when we think that we deserve so much more.
No-one admits to being a legend in their own mind
but everybody is. We might as well big ourselves up
and give ourselves a pat on the back. No-one else
is going to. Fame isn’t a reliable friend and legends
are over-rated. Better staying true to ourselves.
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© Rupert M Loydell
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