Genealogy Poem

This poem has been posted all over the web, but I know I have some readers who never go where this might appear, so I thought I would share it with them here.  The author is unknown --

I started out calmly, tracing my tree,
To find if I could find the makings of me.

And all that I had was Great-grandfather's name,
not knowing his wife or from where he came.

I chased him across a long line of states,
And came up with pages and pages of dates.

When all put together, it made me forlorn,
Proved poor Great-grandpa had never been born.

One day I was sure the truth I had found,
Determined to turn this whole thing upside down.

I looked up the record of one Uncle John,
But then I found the old man to be younger than his son.

Then when my hopes were fast growing dim,
I came across records that must have been him.

The facts I collected made me quite sad,
Dear old Great grandfather was never a Dad.

I think someone is pulling my leg,
I am not at all sure I wasn't hatched from an egg.

After hundreds of dollars I've spent on my tree,
I can't help but wonder if I'm really me.

Copyright © 2011 by Kevin W. Walker