How far do you reach, my family tree?
How many, born and died;
Great grandfather sailed from Germany,
His past, was soon set aside.
Brothers, sisters, uncles and aunts,
Some came, some stayed behind;
New fertile land, quick to transplant,
Far reaching, still unconfined.
Farther grandfathers, centuries back,
Did you work, and till the soil?
Raise your young, in a wooden shack?
The day, much filled with toil?
Longer yet, is my blood still there?
Perhaps, a pyramid to build?
Endless days, of pain and despair,
Empty life, left unfulfilled.
One more stop, when man began,
Adapting, to sustain a race;
Gathering together, to form a clan,
Have I anyone there, to trace?
It's possible, my blood took part,
Then evolved, all along the way;
Generations returning, to the start,
Back to me, right now, this day.
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