Millennium Poem by Karen Honnor

Marching forward go the steps of time,
Incessant twists and turns along the line.
Like a hand of cards deal out a sudden chance,
Life’s choices lead an ever-moving dance.
Each one of us must choose which way to go
Not knowing if we’ll harvest seeds we sow.
Night follows day, from that point we begin,
In earth’s merry-go-round of life we spin
Until we fade, for new life to shine through,
Millennium of ages starts anew.