Genetics

  A little poem to make you think.......................

On Reflection.....

I look in the mirror and who do I see,

It’s my aged father who’s looking at me,

Yet he’s not the one that I knew as a lad,

But the new one looks just like my ancient granddad.

It gets even worse the more that I stare,

I look just like him without any hair,

It makes me quite sad, and a little bit glum,

For now, I am looking in the eyes of my mom.

We stare at each other, the smile is quite fake,

The look in her eyes, says it’s all a mistake.

A squint of my eyes, as if it were the sun,

It’s no longer my folks, it’s my youngest grandson.

I wonder if when, he is my age,

He sees the same faces, flies into a rage,

For he never knew my mom or my dad,

And wonder if he has just gone simply mad.

Genetics can play some wonderful tricks,

We are all bits and pieces and all in a mix,

We are all quite the same, though years they have gone,

We may all be different, but still we are one.

Blood runs through our veins, from one to each other,

Be it father, or sister, uncle or brother,

The mould stays the same, through each generation,

And so it has been since the day of creation.

So have little fear of what you’ve been given,

Be thankful to Him, that you’re even living,

When you look at yourself and see what you see,

Always remember, what will be, will be......

-----------Mike-------