In the year of seventy-eight, quite a distant date,
History unfolded, moments resonated with fate.
Scribed in time's annals, forever to participate,
The world was writing stories, as if by dictate.
Roman Empire flourishing, under Vespasian's reign,
Peaceful times on Roman streets, prosperity in each lane.
Construction of the Colosseum, amidst joy and pain,
A grand symbol of the Empire, in the heart of the Roman domain.
In the East, the Han Dynasty showed its might,
Confucian principles, shining ever so bright.
Innovation spurred, in this far eastern site,
Paper invented, setting knowledge in flight.
In the Mesoamerican lands, the Mayans stood tall,
Magnificent cities, where the sun's rays would fall.
Glyphs and calendars, intricate mysteries enthral,
An advanced civilization, answering destiny's call.
Year seventy-eight, under the moon and sun's gait,
A flicker in history, that we narrate.
A year in the past, that we commemorate,
In its tales and lessons, we still participate.