Inheritance Or No Inheritance Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

Seeds are sown, a life takes hold,
From tiny sprout to stories old.
Parents work, a path they tread,
For hungry mouths and sleepy head.

Then years fly by, the birds take wing,
Their own sweet songs, they learn to sing.
With sturdy feet, they stand up tall,
To build their lives, to give their all.

Their hands now earn, their minds now plan,
To live their days, as best they can.
The money earned, a prize hard won,
To spend with joy, when day is done.

A gift of old, a fading light,
Does it still fit, this modern sight?
When grown and strong, with futures bright,
They carve their own, with all their might.

For who is dear, when duty's done,
But the self we know, beneath the sun.
The breath we take, the life we claim,
ourselves we know, by our own true name.