Author Peter H. Lee Your four ancestors never enjoyed peace ā How often did they move around? How did they live, In how large an abode? When you live in a deep sumptuous palace, When you enjoy golden days of peace, Remember, my lord, Their hardship and sorrow. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments