A stranger greets me,
a friend laughs with me,
the reason isn’t as simple,
there’s more to it;
Perhaps it is my fame that gets me the greeting,
perhaps it is my charm that makes them laugh,
the reason is more than what appeals to the deluded mind,
there’s more to it;
Has time ever spared fame to those excluding the saints?
Has the east ever remembered other than Muhammad per diem?
Has the west ever revered other than Jesus per se?
Oh deluded soul,
nothing that is in you can stand the stain of history;
For charm was ever present in Robin the son of William,
Destiny didn’t spare it’s flame however,
all that was left was the shedding of tears,
so much for the charmed being’s spell?
For attraction was ever discerning towards those who flaunted their beauty,
the world even went as much to grant a title or two,
yet the wind and sun worked together to make it all perish
while the gravedigger complemented with his craft,
does any being remember Miss Monroe?
