In former times, I put great store
In finding lasting fame,
And, each and every day, I swore
The world would know my name.
I practised science and the arts;
I even robbed and killed,
But, though I played a thousand parts,
Not once was I fulfilled.
So life became a hollow sphere
And would have stayed that way
Had I not chanced to lend an ear
To what the heavens say:
“Stop trying to become a star;
That’s not a patch on what you are.”
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