"Fame"
Fame is simply fickle
One Generation adores an author, while
The next Generation doesn't even regard authors at all
To be a great author involves, naturally, the hope of being appreciated
Within or after one's lifetime, by others.  Sometimes oneself is one's
Most crucial critic, and one can read one's own
Works in bed to lull oneself to sleep, then fie on fame!
Fame is like fire, it burneth not where we wish
it simply rageth like a passion that is neither
fair to mortal nor regards the ones that idolize the famous
Immortalized to one generation, forgotten
by the next, and finally lost forever!
Oh Fickle Fame!  That Tempteth me of thee
i ask only crumbs, a reader here and there,
and that Fame cannot seem to spare, so a pox on fame!
Enjoy the craft, the writing as an art right now, writing
enjoying the fruits of the labor are sweet to me
and fickle fame Shall not have the
last laugh over my yearnings and prayers!  I hope not for Fame;
Therefore I hope not In Vain!