He stands upon the pyramid of his ancestors,
The hot,
Humid air encircles him,
The sun is rising,
The mountains of sand around him sparkle,
As the newborn sun arises,
He steadies himself on the shoulders of his father,
For he is the only begotten son of his generation,
His father,
Was the only to spawn?
He,
For the first time,
Left the bosom of his mother to start his story,
But first,
He would learn to juggle.

The first ball of life,
Was life itself,
It was the easiest,
It required nothing,
But next was family,
And it was easy too,
But slightly harder,
Soon he was ready for the next ball,
School,
And from its depths sprung friends,
But these two and family,
Did not mix well,
He had to master the ability to please all three,
And he did so,
But with these came the ball of responsibility,
It weighed the most,
It couldn’t be juggled,
But carried on the shoulders,
Which caused great pain and suffering,
But must be handled,
Soon these burdens became habitual,
And he soon found his only reward for his light suffering,
Was the ball of work,
It grew from responsibility,
And was tied,
So the only way to carry it was to balance it on the back,
So he was doubled over in agony,
But soon,
Even this was easy,
Soon another was handed to him,
Love,
But at first it was easy,
But then it seemed to weigh down on him the longer he stuck to it,
And soon it required more of him than he could or wanted to give,
But he did,
And soon it grew lighter,
And took on a new,
Less pressure filled ball,
Marriage,
And he was content,
His burdens had all lightened,
For now he could share them with someone,
He was thirty-five,
And she gave his first son,
And when he was ready,
He was hoisted to the top of the pyramid,
His father held him with his hand,
Up,
For now he was a father,
And his feet were on the shoulders of his father,
And so now the grandfather could relax,
And it was all up to the father to succeed,
Soon he had several children,
And they were hard to carry along with his burdens,
And the fatigue of life set in upon him,
He had to succeed,
For if he did not,
And dropped all he held,
His ancestors’ struggles will have been in vain,
So he went on,
Soon all his limbs ached,
He looked at his wife,
And she smiled,
For she was doing the same,
Soon the children he held wanted to quarrel with him,
All over petty matters,
And as it ate at him,
And he was going to drop it all and run through the hills screaming,
He realized it was time,
And his son's feet slipped from his hands onto his shoulders,
And one after another they all followed,
His daughters soon joined the pyramids of other families,
And finally,
After all his struggles he could rest,
And soon be,
An ancestor.