Researcher's Lament~
it's not in the quest for the book to withhold the data I insist is so needed to mold
in a beaker a vial and small petri dish I will grow and I will coddle a new style of phish
I've searched and I look and collect in my mind true facets of history and words of men in their prime
not at all in the living but hope they did tell all their secrets on paper are truths all as well
hiding and blending are the keys to what I ask and combing and gleaning for answers my task
to technology and media and facilities records am piecing together genealogy so to understand better
who I am what I am where did I come from and what were my people's like under moon and under sun
so journey has been almost a quarter century now and continues on still until I've kept my vow
she shall know all about us and if interest is peaked will carry on in my quest when I become weak
and give herald to kin and to children alike of our lives past to present for t'is her right.
~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves.
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