Kinsman

Oh dear Kinsman
It is done
We chose not
But we are one
With our blood
We both were born
We cannot change
Be there a thorn
A friend or foe
May come to be
A foe or friend
As times decree,
But blood does
Neither yield nor bend
We are Kinsmen
To the end.

© 8/20/89 By Lucille Falk Miller