Did I forgive my forefathers?
For who’s sins I am not aware of.
Or did my chest swell with pride,
For their virtues outlived their memories.
And about my progeny, I wonder.
What will they hear about me?
Do I still have time to right the wrong?
Or be human and forgotten?
Will I be remembered as a great poet?
Or a good human being?
Or a selfish human struggling to survive.
Maybe it is the choice I make.
Each day, every hour, every minute.
I don’t atone for the sins of the ones before me
I don’t believe anyone else will for mine.
For I am a mortal,
In the long bloodlines of immortal men.
Seeking atonement for the ones before.
