About the Poem
This is a poem that I think sums up my feelings on this brisk April night. It is the Easter season of the final century of this millennium. That has meaning to me.
Don't steal a meal from the man,
don't put your light in a can.
Y2K is looming near,
The only thing to fear is fear.
Let's talk about a plan,
I have ran all I can.
Will you drive or should I steer?
Work the gas, I'll shift gear.
I think it's time that I sing,
talking won't do a thing.
It's the only way we are heard,
when we try to spread the word.
Do I wait for the phone to ring,
or pick it up and start to sing.
This may sound absurd,
but its a way to move the word.
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