A BALLADE
FOR
THE
MILLENIUM
by
Norman Kraeft
Before the last of all the lights goes out
on this millenium, join me. Take stock
of happenings we could have done without
and those as pleasing as a hollyhock
that shared the op-ed pages, wound the clock.
This long, strong time brought waterfalls of tears
and smiles -- and seven seas of poppycock.
What have we learned as our new thousand nears?
Monday thru Sunday we still run about,
find less and even less, stable as rock,
doubt when they say, "a turtle is a trout."
Small wonder that we suffer thinker's block
as we run out of doors on which to knock.
Some say we're short today on hemispheres.
We blench when we behold what keys unlock.
What have we learned as our new thousand nears?
Milton's antagonists, same ones, without
a doubt, bat back and forth the shuttlecock
of good and evil, yes, just as devout
today as then. Satan, the royal jock
with one ace left, sends teen-age boys to mock
the sanctity of life itself. Air clears.
Ever -- can we recover from the shock?
What have we learned as our new thousand nears?
Envoy
Wave of the future, guns for this young flock
fast-forwarding toward where they think life steers.
The old millenium soon leaves the dock.
What have we learned as our new thousand nears?
June 3, 1999
Bethlehem, Connecticut