Saturday, January 1, 2000
Long years ago,
programmers made a tryst with the New Millennium,
And now the time comes when they shall redeem their folly,
Not wholly or in full
measure, but very
frantically.
At the stroke of the
midnight hour, on New Year's Eve,
As the world parties, our Y2K programmer sleeps -
Tired of fixing the Bug right till the end.
A moment comes, which comes but only once in a lifetime,
When computers try to go back in time.
When a Millennium ends, and a Bug long
suppressed,
Awakes to life and
freedom.
