Millennial Verses / by Brian Kunde

Millennial Verses
by Brian Kunde

One hundred decades massed here end—
Another hundred rises.
On where they stop and start, we tend
To differing surmises.

A midnight when December goes,
And January starts—
So much is clear, but no one knows
Which years that moment parts.

Some say Two Thousand, some Oh One—
The battle's dearly fought,
And all because of old someone
Neglected the year Naught.

The perpetrator never knew
Of zeros, or their place,
And so he brought confusion to
The present human race.

I know no more than you know where
To say where we should mark
The new millennium, for there
I'm just as in the dark.

Should it be at Two Thousand's fore,
Or at Two Thousand's aft?
The question taxes sages sore,
And drives us mortals daft.

So when ought we to set the date?
There's none to tell, I fear.
I guess we'll have to celebrate
Through the entire year.

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Millennial Verses (B-0216 [B-134])

from Millennial Verses : poems, 1st ed., Dec. 2000.

1st web edition posted 1/2/2001
(updated 2/13/2006).