******    A GENEALOGIST's POEM *****

> They think that I should wash and clean, and be a model wife.
>> I tell them it's more interesting to study Grandpa's life.
>> They simply do not understand why I hate to go to bed . . .
>> I'd rather do two hundred years of research work instead.
>> 
>> Why waste the time we have on earth just snoring and asleep?
>> When we can learn of ancestors that sailed upon the deep?
>> We have priests, Rabbis, lawmen, soldiers, more than just a few.
>> And yes, there's many scoundrels, and a bootlegger or two.
>> 
>> How can a person find this life an awful drudge or bore
>> When we can peek into the lives of folks who came before?
>> A hundred years from now of course, no one will ever know
>> Whether I did laundry, but they'll see our Tree and glow . . .
>> 'Cause their dear old granny left for them, for all posterity,
>> Not clean hankies and the like, but a finished Family Tree.
>> 
>> My home may be untidy, 'cause I've better things to do . . .
>> Checking all the records to provide us with a clue.
>> Old granny's pulling roots and branches out with frenzied glee,
>> Her clothes ain't hanging out to dry: she's hung up on The Tree.
>> 
>> by Mel Oshins