My Family Tree

 

The other night while I was feeling
Rather fancy-free
I found the thought quite interesting
To trace my family tree.

I talked it over with my friends
Who helped me very much.
They told me they had come from kings,
And dukes and earls and such.

Their ancestors helped shape the world;
The rulers of the masses.
Not one I spoke to said that they
Came from the lower classes.

But someone took the garbage out.
Someone cooked the gruel.
Someone put a costume on
To play the courtly fool.

Someone had to act as servants
To the royal line.
Since all my friends are kingly, well,
Those other folks were mine!

MY kinfolk built the pyramids.
They guarded castle walls.
They sharpened swords for Lancelot
And swept out knightly stalls.

They tilled the land - They dredged the Nile
They fought the great crusades.
They stood on tiptoe, clapping,
As the kings passed on parade.

They stomped the grapes for royal wine.
They made bricks out of mud.
They lived in abject poverty,
Yet made their peace with God.

All other men can come from kings-
It matters not to me.
I'll bless each branch that reaches
Skyward....on my family tree!