The Great Ozymandias
In a rare moment of reflection
Noticed the setting of the sun
Shivered as he realized that all things end
Took solace in his stonemason’s work
Prayed briefly to his ancestors
Drank heavily until the very end of his days
And afterwards when nothing happened, he was none the wiser
He left his stonemason a sizable gift that became a bad liver
Both left posterity "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone” that rarely attract anyone’s attention, almost forgotten except by curators trying to find solace in the past
-Adam August 27, 2007
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