Am I Really Me? 

 I started out calmly, tracing my tree,

To find, if I could, the makings of me.

And all that I had was Great-grandfather's name,

Not knowing his wife's nor from whence they both 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 that the truth I had found,

Determined to turn this whole thing upside down.

I looked up the record of one Uncle John,

Then found the old man was younger than his son.

But then when my hopes were growing quite 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 surely is pulling my leg,

I'm not at all sure I'm not 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.

~Author Unknown



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