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My favorite poem is Ozymandias by Percy Shelley
This poem is my own understanding of the message
in that sonnet to a long dead king of kings
 
Long ago Shelley wrote a poem
  about Ozymandias, king of kings -
A monument to this once powerful monarch
   was found in the desert
And all that remains of the one-time scourge
  of all earthly beings
Was in ruins and buried in the sand for ages,
  feet and head severed
 
It is thus a cautionary tale for all men
  trying to live beyond the grave
In death we are dust from whence we came,
  just as our Maker said
The dead remembers not, thinks not,
  whether he be master or slave
We bring not the gold in our purse,
  neither the crown in our head
 
But it’s human frailty to wish
  to be remembered after our demise
And we go to great lengths to leave footprints
  or build an obelisk
To commemorate our short earthly stay,
  as if that is the only prize
For living a fruitful existence
  and overcoming all danger and risk
 
No memorials, be it granite,
  can withstand the winds of eternity
And monuments that we build to ourselves
  will vanish not for long
For we’re in this world to please our Maker,
  not gratify our vanity
Our mission is to achieve salvation
  by knowing right from wrong!
 
We’re here to do good works,
  make the lives of our brethren better
To make a difference by standing firmly
  for what is right and just
To console others in bad or worse times
  and in all types of weather
And in so doing, glorify our Maker,
  for truly and verily, we must
 
Yes, it is a basic human flaw to wish
  to be remembered after death
Let’s be remembered not for who we are,
  rather the good we’ve done
And perchance our lives be a beacon
  to others, to our dying breath
Then our existence isn’t for naught;
  for our work lives after we’re gone
 
10-04-2014
© Vic A Evora

(2014)

“For the living know that they shall die: but the dead know not anything, neither have they any more a reward; for the memory of them is forgotten.” Ecclesiastes 9:5 (KJV)

“What we do for ourselves dies with us. What we do for others and the world, remains and is immortal. ”~ Albert Pine...

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Nelson D Reyes
over 1 year

I am not totally onvinced that the memory of a loved one is totally forgotten especially when a legacy of good deeds was left for others’ benefit. We live for what we do during our existence and are remembered for what we did when we die. We are eulogized I believe because we are loved not for all the trophies we gathered. And thus immortalized by our loved ones and be talked about for generations at least by our family, every family-the core of society at large, for what we did for ourselves and for others. Physically we are dead yes but the reward is with the living in remembrance of us. The good we’ve done defined who we are, as your last quatrain says, thus we are remembered-immortalized, not necessarily a wish but merely doing what we do best - good deeds.
Like. Thanks Brod.

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Vic
over 1 year

@Nelson D Reyes: Thanks for liking Brod.

Agreed. All we can hope for is to be remembered kindly for the good that we have done. By our sons/daughters at the very least.

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Vic
over 1 year

@Nelson D Reyes: And thanks for faving it. It's one of my favorites as well. :)

Robert L. Martin
over 3 years

You sure have a great talent for writing. Your writing seems to get better in time. I love your language. Keep up the good work

Vic
Vic
over 3 years

Really appreciate your comments. Many thanks

Robert L. Martin
over 3 years

That was great. Did you write the whole poem, or was it excerpts from Percy Shelley? That was excellent philosophy. Very well written.

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Vic
over 3 years

This is the poem...

Ozymandias

Percy Bysshe Shelley, 1792 - 1822

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
‘My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”

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Vic
over 3 years

Thanks for the nice words...

J Ann Crowder
over 3 years

This makes me want to go back and read that poem again. Percy Shelley was one of the best. Very nice reflection and message.

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Vic
over 3 years

Shelley is my favorite English romantic.

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