(poem) - Doomsday

Well....
Looks like we survived
Yet another
Doomsday contrived

Hard to believe
That it is so
But the world is still turning
Just as it did ages ago

Human life continues
For better or for worse
At least until we have
Another doomsday to traverse

I wonder what
The next crackpot will dream up
To make all the doomsday preppers
Find reasons to bottle water up

The specific dates
Are fun to watch
Because as they pass
We laugh at someone’s botch

Either way
I’m glad to be alive
And knowing each day
I will continue to strive

To be the best I can
And enjoy life for what its worth
Because maybe one day
Someone will be right about the end of the earth

But that day
Is not today
So its time to give thanks
And truly pray

Look at your life
And be thankful for what you have
Ridicule the people later
Take this moment as a salve

Heal your wounds
And prepare your life
Know that it continues
With all of it’s strife

So take this moment
And look around
You are here today
Safe and sound

Breath in deep
Just one time
Taste the air
And enjoy the rhyme

For today could be your last
Remember that, and hold it close
Live your life happy
Enjoying it to the most

Because it doesn’t take
A nasty prediction
To end your life
Without predilection

The memes have already begun
So smile away
For today was not
Doomsday.

--Dan

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