By: Bruce Levine

Here’s to the few
Who catapulted out of
The miasma of mediocrity
Seeking renown
Not in the pond made for a goldfish
But striving for the brass ring
Playing with the big boys
In the big sandbox
Never losing sight of the goal
As they rise out of the quicksand
Of stability
That holds fast
Clinging to the easy path
Of glory without incandescence
The rigid little group of the unknown
That gives comfort to the insecure
Never seeing the torch of infinity
To rise on the dismembered corpse
Of those who remain
Never reaching toward Heaven
Never seeing the golden gate
Only open to the few
Who strive beyond the fringe
And reach the heights
Only open to the few