A Julian Calendar Millennium Event
By Jon Forsythe
“The millennium is coming. The millennium is coming,” they said.
Get out the drums and the party hats.
Chill the champagne and turn on the lights.
Put on the tux or the fancy dress.
Start the band and get ready to dance.
There’s a celebration at hand
To rival all the cheers
Of the past new years.
“Beware, the millennium is coming,” they said.
Stock pile the water and the can foods.
Build the shelter and buy a generator.
Gather the kids and the neighbors too.
Get on your knees and start praying soon.
There’s a disaster at hand
To rival all the cries
Of the past thousand years.
“Actually, the millennium doesn’t happen until 2001,” they said.
Give us a break, cut us some slack.
We’re not so stupid and we already knew that.
We just want a party and good times.
You’re bringing us down with your anal ways.
There’s a celebration at hand
To rival all the fun
Of the past new years.
“Watch out for Y2K, the ‘millennium bug,’” they said.
Copy your hard drive and make duplicates.
Withdraw your money and organize your files.
Make sure you have proof of the money you have.
Don’t be on an airplane or near a military base.
There’s a disaster at hand
To rival all the headaches
Of the last hundred years.
So the world waited and watched in apprehension both good and bad
Seeing if terrorists would strike or computers systems crash.
Hoping there would not be mass killings or suicide.
Wondering if the apocalypse was here and now.
Millions also packed Times Square and other places in other cities.
Partying with people they knew well or not.
Lifting a glass to the passing of another year.
A toast to happy times to come and friends not yet met.
This writer was around friends he knew well
Jumping up and down with the concept bouncing in his brain.
That in minutes time it just wouldn’t be another year or decade at that
But a whole new century and soon a new millennium.
With glasses in hand and eyes on the TV
We watched the ball drop on ABC
With Dick Clark narrating in NYC.
The whole world glowed with XTC.
Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven,
To love made in the past and future
To love lost which I’m told builds character
Six, Five, Four, Three,
To the imagination and boundless possibilities
Of things to come which can’t be seen.
Two, One, Happy New Year!
Happy New Millennium!
No exploding bombs of mass destruction
No electrical shut-outs of entire countrysides.
No nuclear holocaust to wipe us out.
No second coming or mass homicide
And the screams from the mobs
In the cities under the cover of night
Were of jubilation, merriment, excitation, and love
And not of pain, sorrow, hurt, and grief.
And the sun came up the very next day
And appliances still worked and lights still glowed.
Cars still ran and planes still flew.
Babies were born and people still die
The confetti all cleaned up and people move on.
And life continues as if it were just another day
For it really was sense the millennium is man made
It really only is a special occasion on one calendar.
“The changing of the millenniums has come and gone,” said I.
Even if it doesn’t really happen until next year.
But I doubt the world will party like it just did
With the coming of the next year.
Even so, people will always be saying
There’s a celebration at hand
To rival the joy
Of the past year.
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