WAOM POETRY || LURE OF FAME by God's Own

Lure of Fame

Hall of Fame, full of name,
Right from grave, rose to great.
Bought with bane, built with grace.
Past wast dame, now is lame
With uncertain future to be braced
With love to be graced.

Lured with fame, away from my aim,
 derailed from the rail, away from my race.
Fate with faith, all the same,
For me to tame and crown to gain.

Race with grace, that is great,
Bereaved by the height of its rate
And excluded for the saint,
For me to save the pain

©Mayokun. E(God's Own)