Here I'm not the Kleon famous in Alexandria <br />(where they're not easily dazzled) <br />for my marvelous houses, my gardens, <br />for my horses and chariots, <br />for the jewels and silks I wore. <br />Far from it—here I'm not that Kleon: <br />his twenty-eight years are to be wiped out. <br />I'm Ignatios, lector, who came to his senses very late; <br />but even so, in that way I lived ten happy months <br />in the peace, the security of Christ.<br /><br />Constantine P. Cavafy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tomb-of-ignatos/