Pyramids

How vain and foolish is the man Who craves and fancies that his deeds Outlast him through the ages can, Persistent as the pyramids. For even what the pharaoh built Is buried deep and lost today, Effaced or maimed by time and silt And victim surely to decay. What little verse is left for thought Will rarely bear the poet’s name; The long-forgotten script cannot Propel the ancient bard to fame. Yet many men can never change What lies within their boastful hearts, And those who live must taste the range Of the distaste which pride imparts. Find my poems and published poetry volumes at www.eton-langford.com