Totality

We find deep inside ourselves The traits of ancestors therein dwells Grandpa’s eyes, our Mom’s hair Our stature from … who knows where? What we claim as thought process We may be forced to re-address Twas Grandpa Lee that caused, you see, Our newer minds to think like he. Our gait, as we walk around Has origins in history bound Great-aunt Edna, strolled about With identical strides – long and stout. And talents that we think so fine Are not all yours, not all mine For somewhere in our ancestry There lay originality. Our composition, it is made Of melded steel that made our blade For all our ancestral kin Provided steel to place therein We flaunt individuality But in truth, it’s not just we ‘Tis ages of posterity That comprise our totality