A Mark

A poem of inspiration

A Mark

He wiped the sweat from where it lay
upon his furrowed brow,
thinking of the task at hand;
a case of when and how.

Some will say they've left a mark,
a measure of their life,
a notch was carved above the last
but with a newer knife.

So many ways to mark a life
and leave for all to find,
important is the message scribed
and the mark is left behind.

Who is to say where time will lead,
it's very hard to tell,
posterity's in the balance;
we're underneath its spell.