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In crowded cabinets they fight

And jostle for their place

The trophies once collected

To prove a worthy life

Paraded in your youth

Self-gratified glory days

Cemented in now resin

Weighted, fake, faded gold-clad

And hung from naked walls

Now worthless letters droop

From frame-hung manuscripts

Awards that scratched a mark in time

Forgotten fragile memories

Erased by age

Dust-gathering mementoes

No sparkle now the glittering prize

As the plaudits fall once more.