Puzzle of Great Poetry

PUZZLE OF GREAT POETRY My mum liked poems a lot - loved ‘em She used to love “Ozymandius” and was proud To read another called “Abou Ben Adhem” She would often read them to me out loud. I loved them, for their message was blunt Now I find that I still love them and admire The great thoughts of Shelley and Hunt. And to be as good a writer I aspire Or is it simply that I was taught To do what’s right, never shrinking And to behave a certain way I ought? Such poems now easily fit my way of thinking Their way leads to the future brightly : Poor people treated rightly, and then “Nothing beside remains, ye mighty” * “Write me as one that loves his fellow men” ** Note : * From OZYMANDIAS by Percy Shelley ** From ABOU BEN ADHEM by Leigh Hunt