And here's something in remembrance of Farrah Fawcett:
I don't really remember much of Farrah Fawcett, to be honest; she was off Charlie's Angels before I became aware of the show's existence, and since I was six or seven, the show was more interesting to me for the action and funny detective stuff than for the beauty of the three leads, whoever they might have been. Nothing against Farrah, but she was never really on my personal cultural radar screen. But still, for these two to die at fifty and sixty-two? Harsh, Mr. Reaper. Harsh indeed.
The Kings and Queens of Pop
ReplyDeleteFame, an undeserved reward in life.
Lauded as one who cures all amiss
Indeed these must icons live without strife.
Their troubles minor an existence of bliss.
So all strive for high notoriety
No question how it is packaged
Of single purpose driven mightily
A credo based on life fantastic
All the fulfillment will be their afford
The glory of this focus of course implied
Ah but the other edge of the sword
Noticed but not in esteem held high
Fame sans peace hardly a world of gladness
Clutching the humble past now vanished