THE WILL

There is a tale in the family
That goes way back in time,
When my fifth great granddad
Made his children tow the line.
My fourth great granddad upset him
By marrying the girl he loved.
He cut him off without a penny
And he never would be moved.
She was poor and rather common,
His father used to rave,
And kept that threat alive
Even till he was in his grave.
For when the reading of the will
Took place, just after his death,
He left him the old milking stool
And a curse on him with his last breath.
That four legged milking stool,
Very old, now belongs to me,
And it tells me love is worth more
Than wealth or riches or money.
For the sake of love I would give up all.
So it has been through the passing years
For love comes from deep within the heart,
And is not affected by any evil curse.

Ann Margetson
June 1 1995
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