Fame is a fickle food (1702)
By Emily Dickinson 18301886 Emily Dickinson
Fame is a fickle food
Upon a shifting plate
Whose table once a
Guest but not
The second time is set
Whose crumbs the crows inspect
And with ironic caw
Flap past it to the
Farmers corn
Men eat of it and die
By Treeca
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Fame is a fickle food indeed, wise words x
Thanks bda 🙂
:yes: Excellent one of Emily’s….;)x
Yes, definitely 🙂
It is very fickle!
Thank you or should I say thank you to Emily !!
Love it?!
Thank you Jon 🙂