Meaning Lies in the Desires of the Beholder

History is written for the winners
By the gamblers who are mostly losers
But ever hopeful of that one big score.

Every meteoric rise has a tail
Of artisans and courtiers tumbling
Away as they lose their delicate grips.

Some ride the bolide all the way to ground,
Temporarily brighter than the sun.
Some leave behind the signatures of life,

Very interesting, although the common
Collector just wants the meteorite,
The winning chunk, not its dense microtext.