(This is heavily inspired by Luke Callindor’s storyline throughout Legends of Windemere. First book is still free.)
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Is it a blessing?
To be born to fame?
Descended
From heroes
And legends
Of many bardic tales
Holding the respect
Of thousands
Without a single deed
People praise you
For what you may do
Ignoring
That you did nothing
It is called
A gift of birthright
Impossible to revoke
Driving many youths
To a destructive path
Many indulge
In the life of ease
And grow no will to try
They feed off the fame
Hiding behind stories
Of what their priors did
They add nothing to prestige
Tainting the legacy
For generations
The others fight
Refusing to accept
What they have never earned
With a passion
Rivaling the hottest dragon fire
They set out
To prove their worth
Swearing to the gods
That they will die trying
Both paths will destroy
Breaking bodies
And eroding spirits
Yet some will overcome
To live a happy life
Retiring in wealth
Or humility
With a fame
They can call their own
Sums up Luke Callindor nicely, Charles 👍😃
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Thanks. 😊
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This is great, Charles! I’m sure you had Luke in mind, but I can also see some prodigy of celebrities this fits as well (but without the bardic tales, though those could be singles on albums to fit the modern day). 😊
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I think it was partially Luke, but I branched out to real world nepotism.
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Yep! I can definitely see that!
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A terrific poem, Charles. I was lucky never to work where nepotism was allowed.
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Thanks. I’ve seen it in action over the years.
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That is too bad.
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I love the ideas and thoughts behind this poem, Charles.
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Thanks. 😊
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