Through the misty shrouds of time <br />My lineage composed their rhyme <br />Unbeknown to me of course <br />As they straddled life's wild horse <br /> <br />My research led me to greet <br />Poverty and not enough to eat <br />As eleven cowered by Sunderland docks <br />Crammed into a little shoe box <br /> <br />The notion caused emotions to stir <br />If that situation were to re-occur <br />Could I survive and live a life? <br />Or be swept away by such strife <br /> <br />For the latter I reluctantly opt <br />For if my standards were so dropped <br />I couldnt keep my head aloft <br />On a backbone that was far too soft <br /> <br />But strength I will gather from my forebears <br />Amongst the luxuries of my current years <br />And realise as I from past histories flee <br />They made it possible for me to be me<br /><br />Paul Gerard Reed<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/family-tree-21/
