Fused bulbs

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.