Isn't it funny
how we hold no intention
of portraying our parents
and that
a look to the mirror
it's there
'¦ that familiar feature
of mom or dad
'¦ grandfather
reflecting
back a look '¦ a smile

Isn't it a wonder
how we follow the path
of our forefathers
a legacy
good or bad
is bestowed upon us
'¦ an inbred notion of life

To climb the heights of Everest
is it inbred?
To travel fields and forests
'¦ inbred?
Yearning to leave a legacy
behind oneself
'¦ to build and pursue a dream
'¦ tell me '¦ is this inbred?

I stand at my temple
'¦ my church everyday
asking the waves for the answers
'¦ at this crux in life

Half a century is past
Did I venture out
in too many leagues
of unknown seas
at the heights of the gales?
Have I weathered the storm well
in honesty
'¦ given it my all?

Dear forefathers:
I surely chose a rocky path
to trod along these weary feet
yet could not lay my head in rest
in honesty
... if I had not
Tried!

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