The Gene
There’s a gene embedded in every parent
to recreate
what their parents had done
Sometimes good, and sometimes bad,
passing it down
from father to son
To repeat family history through memories past
the circle
a lingering fate
Excuses come early with reasons
too late
DNA always proffered as bait
The young and the old both prisoners of time
their footsteps in sequence
to fall
And when questions are posed why they acted this way,
they’re too busy passing it on
—to recall
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2019
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