The Reckoning

Here’s to all the grand children
Yet to be born great grand children
All your sons and daughters
And your own grand children too
I offer you my hand
Out across the age’s span
A misbegotten plan
To leave the reckoning to you
I must apologise
If it’s written in the troubled skies
We’ve been peddling lies
Somehow forgotten what is true
Though it’s buried deep
Poison never sleeps
Through the ages seeps
To leave a reckoning for you
We hang on to misguided dreams
Sleepwalk to the brink
Hey ho, rue the day
We’re going down in drink
I have planted seed
In vain to raise an apple tree
To entice the bees
To sip the blossom on the bough
But the bees don’t toil
Around the tree a serpent coils
Spits venom in the soil
And leaves the reckoning to you
I raise to you a toast
Should trouble come to roost
For we ate the golden goose
And left the reckoning to you