In morning's early hours <br />When books pall <br />And reverie drifts in, <br />I think, at times, <br />Of my forebears. <br />My parent's parent's parents. <br />Did they think of me? <br /> <br />Through Time's tunnel <br />We sanctify their world. <br />A Golden Age <br />Of Truth and Honour <br />And homely pleasures. <br />Will our grandchildren's grandchildren <br />So beatify us?<br /><br />Michael Morris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/forebears/
