He used to give tours of the house,
guiding his guests
along the hallways
filled with trophies and awards.
The ribbons, and medals were neatly arranged
in shadow boxes
made from wood and metal
that shone in the morning light
coming through the windows.
In the halls were photographs
of his conquests
and his ceremonies.
They were filled with more trophies
and awards,
testimonies to his career
and his past glory.
He loved bragging about his past
while he spent his present
reminding everyone of what he had been.
These days,
others give the tours;
but, they do it in a graveyard,
telling all who will listen,
about the great man buried here
who once was famous
and great
and who collected medals and trophies.
The medals and trophies
are sitting in dusty boxes
in pawn shops and the bedrooms of his fans
who live their lives in his shadow
and measure their happiness
by his accomplishments.