Too Great, Too Long

  The great artist becomes his own cliché

  The story has been illicitly taken; should you find it on Amazon, report the infringement.

  A star burned so bright that the embers stay

  Trails left burnt in the mind

  Groundbreaker, be they painter or songmaker

  The ground you break becomes a crater.

  Until all that remains is the old fool,

  “I liked them way before it was cool.”

  Whilst bigger fools look on in scorn

  It’s unoriginal they’ll call

  To the very soul of inspiration

  Who started it all.