Truth be told I do now know
If I really wish to bestow
a gift upon the generation below.
In all our troubles we aim to find a way.
A new direction in a path we lay.
But we battle, embittered by our hindrances galore,
our own children’s future we try to secure.
But by the end of the road when we are hardened by time,
would we be the same person if we had not made the climb?
To land right there at the end of the road,
to take it for granted, to get there alone?
A darker shade of life they must behold,
in order to humble the generation below.