Hereditary Poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph

It struck me that after two and half years
In the Gym daily, I don’t know the names
Of regulars, or trainers or other staff.

In my present office where I work
For more than a year, I know only
Names of four or five close colleagues.

During childhood I don’t remember
A single relative or friend who ever
Stayed a single night in our house.

Nor have we gone to anyone’s house,
For dinner or spent the night out
Easing personal space to mix socially.

Parents were aloof though good and pious,
They kept themselves to themselves, and so,
Children make no friends, nor mix easily.