No Longer Ozymandias

My unique point of view I sometimes lose

From rock to barmaid yet frequently retain

A sense of difference that I blithlely choose

but couldn't once, I hope I shall refuse

dull blends, though it's evident now that rain

ans sun ignite a merry fuse

in all. Although dictations of abuse

creeating obscure patters riding down to pain

stay in me it's a more sensible use

of here and now and now to did and lose

old woes with bucket and spade. To Spring again

into the crowded beach of holiday. It's no use

to think of 'me' not 'we' refusing my awareness that we are pretty much all the same.

No longer Ozymandias, sure I lose

my colossal 'Sod it all!'

                                     and think I choose

new choices, knowing uncertainty remains

perennial, my gains I may well lose

to next to nought.

                                     The moment's my one true use.