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• TITLE: Dan The Man | Previous Challenge Entry
  By Rebecca Bithyah
  10/15/15
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Dan The Man


Dan was the star of a recent movie
Considered hip and extra groovy

He felt the fame as a heady drug
And did all he could to enhance its hug

One evening he thought that more was needed
To get the morning paper seeded

‘I’ll just go out and make a splash,
Let’s see those cameras click and flash.’

Then couldn’t wait for morning’s sprout
So he could check the paper out

He had to know where they would place
The photos of his handsome face

At last, the paper finally came
Dan jumped up, spun round, exclaimed

‘Right there! My face, above the fold,
My name, acclaimed, in fonts of bold.’

‘How satisfying to be told,
How others adore me it’s pure gold.’

The morning paper became his god
He captured its focus like a lightning rod

But then his movies stopped doing well
Attention and photos he couldn’t compel

Dan found, (aghast), to his dismay
His face was not in the paper each day

The years went by and interest waned
No longer was he flashed and famed

Another’s doings were blazoned in bold
And he, forgotten, left to mould

He wanted, once more, his story told
His pictured face above the fold

To be Dan the Man in other’s eyes
His longed for, only and perfect prize

But even he could not ignore
The man named Dan was the man no more

His head held low within his hands
He said, ‘I don’t know who I am.’

‘Without the glitter, glam and ritz,
I see no point, I’m ripped to bits.’

‘My life is over, a wretched wreck,
I’ll tie a rope around my neck.’

He thought of how the story’d be told
Once more, his name in fonts of bold

He saw his picture above the fold
The noose drawn tight, one eye white rolled

His breath caught short then he spat,
‘I’ll never let Dan the Man look like that.’

A plan erupted within his brain
His fame, forever, would be sustained

The picture would be of Dan the Man
Angelic, poetic, posed on a divan

So sleeping pills, (a lot), he procured
And took them once he’d manicured

His face and hair and fingernails
Then tried to pray but only failed

He said, ‘Does it go my soul to keep?'
Then before ever knowing, went to sleep

His pulse wound low, there was barely a breath
He walked alone, to the edge of death

There came into his darkened room
A man who glowed as a flower in bloom

He said, ‘Follow me and soon you will see
You don’t need the fame, you too can be free.’

‘You thought you had to be a star,
But I can show you who you are.’

Dan woke up in a hospital bed
Then said, ‘What’s this? I should be dead.’

A memory rose abundantly clear
Of the man who’d come and seemed sincere

He tried to forget but could never quite seem
To believe the vision was only a dream

He found a bible and read it through
The pages, all over, said Jesus loves you

With wonder he called on the God he’d last met
While unconscious, alone, up close to death

And said aloud with an open heart,
‘It’s hard to accept, but I’m not that smart,’

‘I put all my faith in a bank that went bust,
I want to believe it’s you I can trust.’

A peace descended into the room
A knowing, in Dan, began to bloom

Above the fold is what I was told
To aim for, strive for, grab and hold

But now I see that what’s pure gold
Is to rest, secure, safe in the fold

Of Father Son Spirit, the ultimate crew
Whose love will ever and ever like glue

Hold me close, united, together as one
I know who I am; I’m Dan, God’s son.

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