The Reckoning - Steve Tilston

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