There was a time the earth was a new born
The first century soon became an ancient
Eighteenth century is buried in history
Party like it is nineteen ninety nine
Is now just an idiomatic expression
Soon twenty third century will be done
‘Save mother earth’, we all clamour for
As every religion speaks of a heaven
Would mother be happy when the trumpets blows
I see the seas and I wonder how the rocks
Conducted themselves all through the ages
Soon twenty third century will be done
What happens after the calendar reaches
The exponential nine nine suffixes
Would the whole world still be whole
Would the keepers of history be bored
Most especially would the forces of religion still hold;
Soon twenty third century will be done.
But after the fast speeding calendar
And short cycling time refuse to end
What stone would be left unturned?
If this writeup doesn’t make sense,
Then it is useless but remember
Soon twenty third century will be done.
e-Paper Poetry of Vinx 