The Turn of the Millenium I

The Turn of the Millenium

December 31st 1999

There will be no more Mondays for me,
For I will be sitting in the apple tree,
And watching the way I used to watch.

There will be no more Tuesdays for me,
For I will be standing on the sandy shore,
And singing the songs I used to sing.

There will be no more Wednesdays for me,
For I will be walking through the woods,
And kissing the friends I used to kiss.

There will be no more Thursdays for me,
For I will be listening to symphonies,
And shedding the tears I used to shed.

There will be no more Fridays for me,
For I will be climbing the highest hills,
And treading the paths I used to tread.

There will be no more Saturdays for me,
For I will be whispering in the dark,
And telling the secrets I used to tell.

There will be no more Sundays for me,
For all is silent and still and peace,
And I am in the place where I want to be.

The Turn of the Millenium I

Faith Puleston

Herdecke, Germany

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I was alone at that time and I felt very depressed and rejected. I’m usually alone at New Year, but there was something special that year, not just because we were all waiting for our computers to crash. The hype about that was incredible. No one in the IT business had programmed the 21st century in the date sytem, apparently. Well, nothing happened. All that software sold (or given away) to protect systems was really superfluous – I didn’t have any on my machine, so it must have been. At the time I lived in the city, so I walked down to the main square, which had been set up with fireworks – a mini-formation. People had brought their own and I was almost hit by a low-flying rocket! Everyone seemed to be in high spirits. After midnight had safely past and the world had not collapsed in a heap, I walked home and started writing the poems I am now publishing here (one per day!).
Writing poetry is a healing process for me. Though the tone of this poem is low-keyed, I was not suicidal. I had phonecalls with friends and my kids later, and by about 3rd January the healing process had finished. A pity really. I had vowed to write a poem a day, but lost track after that.

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