It may be, you'll hear tales of yore, <br />From one, who thinks he'd lived before, <br />but don't you be too quick to find, <br />That he is quite out of his mind. <br />It may be, there's some obscure link, <br />That causes some to realy think, <br />That they had lived another day. <br />It may be, that it works, this way: <br />It may be, all those chromosomes and genes, <br />Are like the chips, in our machines. <br />It may be, that they stay alive, <br />Where other things do not survive. <br />It may be, in our ashes, and our dust, <br />These genes are saved, from rot, or rust, <br />And, helped by earth, and air, and rain, <br />We eat them, back, into the brain. <br />It may be, this will serve to show, <br />That all those folks, who think they know. <br />That they have, surely, lived before, <br />May, in their brains, have genes of yore.<br /><br />Frank Greenberg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/yore-genes/
