I cannot read a word of Greek
and only English do I speak,
there is in all my pedigree
no trace of Mayflower ancestry.

I've seldom burned the midnight
oil nor have I tread on foreign
soil and my search for wealth
has been in vain and all too well
I know that I am plain.

I've led a sketchy life, 'tis true
and tho' unfit to tie your shoe
and I know my dreams are made
of sturdy stuff but I love you,
isn't that enough?

The time has come, the poem
is over, thought I'd something
more to say on this bright
beautiful day.        
                                    Jon York   2017