• generations
    span the years
    like a thin black thread
    on a snowy white field
    stretching and shining
    it's fine thin black lining

    Ancestors
    develop the start
    like the countdown of a new year
    or a youngster developing new fears
    thin, so thin and short
    but soon the thread thickens and grows

    Descendants
    shortens at the end
    like the heart rate of a elder
    or the communications of a long time friend
    at the end it shines most
    with spite and rage at it's ancestral foes

    Today
    is the thickest middle
    like the belly of a pregnant woman
    or the muscles of a he-man
    today what we do determines the length
    of this thin black thread's length