Thanking the Past

At the shopping mart,
Collecting my voucher,
I saw him stare at me,
Question himself,

How can such a young boy,
Have more money than me?
When, in fact, I work much harder,
Compared to him, physically?

It made me think now.
What is it that differentiates me?
Why do I have a different job?
And a different destiny?

Education was the answer,
I am probably more educated than him,
At least with respect to that
Defined by the system

But it does not end there,
Why did I get better education?
Is it because my father was educated and
Knew the value of it?

Well, the answer then dates back,
Many years behind,
One of my fore fathers
Has done something right.

Maybe 'right' is not yet the word,
Its not the end yet.
But I am thankful to him or her now,
For having thought differently.