Doomsday Revisited
The Mayans were an intelligent lot,
At least that’s what I’m told.
So I sat around for umpteen years
Just waiting for Doomsday to unfold
I watched as some around me
Sold everything they had.
While others took the attitude,
Awww, It won’t be all that bad.
There were many other seers –
We’ve heard them in the past.
They predicted things like earthquakes,
Or some atomic blast.
Well, the date that we read into
That gigantic Mayan wheel
Was actually unimportant
And really no big deal.
We put so much importance
On things that all began
When, perhaps, we used bad ciphering
By some old grey-haired man.
Did he know of the importance
Of things he did that day?
Or did he sit there figurin’
On tricks that he could play?
So, I’m left to sit and wonder.
Where would we be today?
Suppose he’d dropped a decimal point
Could doomsday be another day?
Written By John Posey
12/24/12
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