There are many fused bulbs
Basking in past glory
They come – one and all
And oft repeat their story
They fail to remember
Their time has now gone
And the spotlight’s now moved on,
That once over them, had shone
They constantly keep harping
And claiming they were the best
And how they had easily Overtaken
And overcome all the rest
How does one convince them
They are no longer in the race
Their claim to fame is over
They should surrender with grace
Their names may still live on
And adorn the walls of fame
But now they are a “has been’
And are definitely out of the game.