Millenium

Decided that if I feel the burning desire to inflict poetry on you, it would be better to do it here than in The Somewhat Peculiar Story.

I have a vast collection of poems. Most of it is soppy nonsense, but some I am still quite proud of.

'Millenium' is obviously quite dated now, since I wrote it about the change to year 2000, but the sentiment still carries to every new year that comes around. (I realise that I should probably post this at New Year instead, but <shrug> I happened to come across it today, so here it is).

I hope you like it :)

Millenium

For all the newness promised

By the cleanness of a nought,

And for all the final prophecies

In every culture taught,

And for all the vows to wipe the slate,

Forget the battles fought –

We’ll be the same at five past twelve

As we were the day before.

For all the champagne popping

With its sudden proclamation,

As the date line sweeps unerring

Over every earthly nation,

And we wonder whether mankind’s

Path has any limitation –

We’ll be the same at five past twelve

As we were the day before.

Someone somewhere still will starve

Through drought for lack of rain,

Someone else will swallow pills

To nullify the pain,

In one dark corner someone’s child

Will never breathe again –

It will be the same at five past twelve

As it was the day before.

But if each certain step we take

Brings love a little nearer,

And if each time we close our eyes

Our vision becomes clearer

And if the words we speak are true

Our heart’s a bit sincerer –

We’ll be less to blame at five past twelve

Than we were the day before.

(copyright 2000-2015 Mir Fleur)

All the best, Mir xxx