A POEM OF MY ANCESTORY

There was (once)

Gold

& Diamonds

The remnants now on fingers

& forgotten in auctions

There was (once)

War

& battles

The remnants of glory

Scattered medals on pages

The jewels of my lineage

Of prospects 

& purpose

Of promise

& place

Are the

mines in my mind

Of Lost luxury

& working beliefs

So is the future

A faith

A religion of pain

Or are the prospects

Of my identity

In the Sweepstakes

Again

There is (now)

engrained 

an expectation

The remnants of my sabotage

dismissed by my pen.  

There is (now)

Light

& Love

The remnants of wisdom

Engrained in my ring