Sonnet for an American Singer

by

McKenna Byrne

Some wealth is never found too far from fame;
It follows, trailing grandeur, jewels ablaze,
As if by commerce with a worthy name
Itself deserves the prominence and praise.
Its wild applause and tumult for your song
Will sound tomorrow and as loud displayed
For someone else's voice, when you are gone
With tribute's petals in your wake decayed.
My art that lives in shadow is as far
From wealth and fame as poverty can be
But out from darkness, jewelled like a star,
Its lines will shine your fame as constantly.
Verse is my treasure - take everything I own;
My poverty be wealth by praising you alone.

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