A Deep Rooted Doubt
December 21, 2012! ‘The day our world comes to an end’, is how the rumor flies
A deep-rooted doubt exists, as past predictions have all been so wrong.
Those last days of centuries past have come and gone, like whistles in the wind
While Father Time just keeps on ticking oblivious to the song!
I imagine how broad is his smile when rumors hit the media scene
Many worry, and plan for that “final” day, needless to say, hearts weep
Amongst scientists, and well known historians, this time, possibility may exist
But what can I do? I’m no Amazon, barefoot, at five-feet three
If by chance, it’s the end, could I possibly save myself? My “plate’s already full”!
All it’d take to end my world is a strong current and a, three-foot wave
Maybe an unexpected lighting bolt if caught up in a storm. For these, caution will suffice
Out of my control; will not waste time as my life I can not save
Copyright © Audrey Haick | Year Posted 2010
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