is a page
on which i am a dot.
The writer is He
Who created me.
copyright January, 1999
Once upon a time of fear
man began to count the year,
starting at the number one,
based on the birth of Mary's son.
The problem was the child was born
before the date set as the dawn,
and so the scene was set to be
some time out of reality.
And so the date we deem to be
the beginning of each century
is one year out because our hero
decided not to start with zero.
Two thousand years on and still man insists
that zero year could not exist,
so friends it seems we have a dilemma
as to when to begin the new millennia.
And so mankind, against all reason,
starts the count of this new season
for those who rule the mighty dollar.
Most of man will meekly follow.