The Scoring Scorn Of Shadows

Today I remembered the anniversary

of the Y2K mania and prophecies,

all that paranoia and possible panic

as speculation spun its insanity

and we were warned

of a total collapse in the world,

the potential return to stone age living

from such a panoply in predictions.

 

We tried to subdue our fear,

gave into the purchase of water

along with taking cash out of the bank,

deep down though

I knew if disaster struck

it wouldn’t really be enough to survive.

 

Then waiting in those anxious moments

when the New Year came first to the Far East,

just watching the news to find out

if the so called experts were correct

about the techno-ruination expected.

 

But nothing happened

like so many other imagined dooms,

January came as every other year,

so we went shopping at the mall,

still slightly feeling that lingering stress.

 

Some have forecast their own ideas

about demise coming in 2010,

can’t help wondering how many of those seers

were the same that claimed Y2K was our end?

 

Eventually I suppose

a visionary of planet catastrophe

will end up being right,

ironically the person won’t get rich on the books

unlike all those who were wrong,

perhaps being able to merely enjoy saying,  “I told you so,”

even if it is until the earth blew up.