Wednesday, September 5, 2012

They don't build monuments to teachers

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

They don’t build monuments to good teachers.  They don’t need to.  Their legacy is reflected in every successful person.  Every person who is able to achieve their dreams can thank, in some part at least, their teachers.  And the wonderful thing is, unlike fame and power, that legacy continues on and on...

Poem = Ozymandias, Percy Bysshe Shelley

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