Inevitable Incarnations

Inevitable Incarnations short poem

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Another one it seems has wilted to popular appeal,
Ever first yet never last become victims of the boardroom deal,
Sunshine blessed them youthful days when many a loyalist kneel,
But still you didn’t refrain from catering to this radio repeat,

While the ticking clock has watched your synonyms elate,
For the moving hand witnessed the unraveling of a familiar fate,
It’s yet again that charm is a loser in the quest for eternal fame,
Not unlike youthful love when culminating in customary heartbreak,

I once saw an anomaly shimmer bright amongst the hay,
Firmly alone this needle stood and garnered many a praise,
Only before it too wished to partake in a proverbial gaze,
And made a choice to disappear just to merge with the starry haze,

While the ticking clock has watched your synonyms elate,
For the moving hand witnessed the unraveling of a familiar fate,
It’s yet again that charm is a loser in the quest for eternal fame,
Not unlike youthful love when culminating in customary heartbreak.

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