AN ANCIENT RACE
I came upon myself one day
Hoping there to find
Someone truly great and grand
Some One quite divine
Reflections of me seemed to prove
That I was all I thought
High and noble, quite advanced
Superior, self-wrought
To all the others I was king
At least so to myself
I was different than they were
And twice as good as well
No one could me anything
Was not my Image clear? (dear)
Me to everyone I met
Was what I made most dear (clear)
Then one day I found that I
My mind, my soul, and flesh
Was just as mortal as they were
And now not quite as fresh
The image that I fawned upon
The reflection I adored
Was but of human denouement
And mirrored self-amour
Now no greatness lingers here
No moral high and grand
Except this caution, yet my friend,
Like me, “you’re just a man…”
Wyrdwend 