Passed On

Robert, Kenneth, Frederick, Tom,
Herbert (one), George and John;
these are the names I am from,
our common heritage, Raymond.

The world may (indeed, must) change
but not the iteration of our names
passed on, as is the land
to which we are, mysteriously, bound.

As days and months and years mark time
so names repeated assure our line.
There is no great wealth as guarantee,
but in them live I, and they in me.

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