Modern Times aka Confessions of a Consumer

Being bigger, better, faster, stronger These modern times, a far cry from Being saner, kinder, gentler, wiser, Are a cancerous race to satisfy the insatiable. With our advance into abundance We have lost touch With the old world Of tradition, balance, moderation, restraint. Instead we now have all that we dream, Each of us a Midas Able to grasp If not ever hold. Able to spoil and pervert All that we touch, taste, and feel The everyday and mundane With the rare and exceptional. Now we each deserve it all To have our cake and eat it too With all the lust and greed, envy and resentment That comes with limitless expectation. No longer tempered in desire By limits Self or other imposed We grasp for the highest fruit. Confident as in a dream We will fly When we lose our grip And fall. (11/23/23)