MORTALITY - © 1999

How deep the roots

How broad the trunk

How many rings hath the tree

It makes one think

To delve and burrow

Like woodpeckers  do

To research the living

The long dead too

Generations they're many

But how many have I

Ancestors, descendants

Still around when I die

Much less like a tree

Yet more like a weed

As one follows mortality 

Through that old demon seed

To know where you come from

Is important to some

To know where you’re going

Is important bar none!