taken from the bottom,
straight to the top,
out in front of everyone,
trying not to stop.

all this fame and fortune,
at what price does it come,
all eyes on the prize,
this might look good to some.

i miss what i knew,
in days of young,
only vicious words,
come from pointy tounge.

all the money or happiness,
which do i decide,
the lady or the tiger,
which will bring me true pride.

i believe i am here,
for a reason not known,
have i fulfilled destiny,
is my fate truly sewn.

when i am dead and gone,
how will they count my true worth,
my account at the bank,
or what i truly put forth.

huh?

very nice

Are you saying both are not possible? If you really want this analyzed, how you make the money, how you treat people, how you believe you should be treated. If you treat others based on their bank accounts or an assumption of their monetary worth - well duh, dude, back at'cha would be more than likely and a lot more lonely and paranoid.

As a poem to make people think about how they want to project themselves and be "known", you did do a good job with that

Oh yeah and the title, I kinda expected Juliard style Students to be boppin around and singing your poem (like the beginning of the TV show) when I entered your thread.

thats not what im saying at all, im saying if you let (not just money) but anything you have make you who you are, your only worth what you have, but if you let yourself be who you are, you can have anything!!!