Deep inside my dna <br />wherein my characteristics lay. <br />A gene exists, it can be seen, <br />to make my eyes, brown, blue, or green. <br />The colour of my hair`s laid down <br />be it black or be it brown. <br />Pigmentation of my skin, <br />will I be fat, will I be thin? <br />A gene to say I will I be tall, <br />if slightly changed, will make me small! <br />Maybe too a gene to say <br />how my life will end one day. <br />Tendencies to illness too, <br />whether happy, whether blue! <br />Throughout the world mid human scenes, <br />permutations of these genes, <br />could be arranged for all to see, <br />another man who looks like me! <br /> <br />Maybe there my fathers sins! <br />are all laid down when life begins. <br />Within that blueprint set in stone <br />that corresponds to man alone. <br />Perhaps my spirit, as a gene <br />waits entry to the worldly scene! <br />And if this is indeed the case, <br />someone in our human race. <br />May walk this earth not knowing he <br />In spirit is another me. <br />If this is so I wonder whether, <br />we do in fact all live forever. <br /> <br />The foundation of my dna <br />laid down on that first bright day <br />would seem to show it is to Eve, <br />not Adam, as we would believe <br />the origin of our kind all rests. <br />else why would every man have breasts? <br /> <br />Copyright B Hough 2011<br /><br />George Bernard Hough<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-genes-2/
