Is taking back the ire of age a tried-and-true derision?
Too brutal, boorish, basic, bane, for prideful requisition
Too anxious, we, to merge the three, oh, past to future’s being
We oughtn’t and we shouldn’t, so what present are we seeing?

Beneath the name we’re given, underlying cultures casting
A portrait of a pedigree, no fooling everlasting
As built on rushed mosaics made for fritter-fond foundation
I hope you know the partial throw to base your family station

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Forgive me for getting right to it. We’re often far too busy for that which we don’t often see. Honestly, I feel that we spend too little time getting to know our fellow man. Today, I spent an hour listening to a gym-goer talk about his English roots and his years of volunteer work. For the past seven years, this young gentleman had given his time to an African-American museum. What a dedicated use of time, and commendable of a curious mind outside the expected demographic. I’m glad to know a man can be so worldly and so educated. It’s an awful loss when local history goes unwritten and untold.

Before this young man, I believed myself versed beyond my peers. I know just a hint of my family’s history, dating back to the 1400s. Clearly, I have been bested… pardon me– it’s no competition!

For those fortunate with grandmothers and grandfathers, let them know you’re listening, and that you care.