another cycle

each generation seeks to make its mark
upon the turning earth and is so blind
for none can foresee what comes in the dark

the dog is punished when it does not bark
because it takes the scent of its own kind
each generation seeks to make its mark

so many tasks begun just as a lark
and then continued in the normal grind
for none can foresee what comes in the dark

no one it seems has ever dared remark
the kind of things that have to loose and bind
each generation seeks to make its mark

year after year we think about the shark
and yet it does not know itself maligned
for none can foresee what comes in the dark

the job we do is no walk in the park
we know how thought tears at the waking mind
each generation seeks to make its mark
for none can foresee what comes in the dark