The Family Tree

I think that I shall never see,
the finish of a family tree,
As it forever seems to grow,
from roots that started long ago.
Way back in ancient history times,
in foreign lands and distant climes,
From them grew trunk and branching limb,
that dated back to times so dim,
One seldom knows exactly when,
the parents met and married then;
Nor when the twigs began to grow,
with odd named children row on row.
Though verse like this was made by me,
the end's in sight as you can see.
'Tis not the same with family trees,
that grow and grow through centuries.
- Author unknown