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