Then and Now
He spoke of how they used to sit and talk,
While we just sit, scroll, and TikTok.
Through cold or warm and quiet nights,
They shared their hearts beneath the lights.
Now we’ve got brains in Copilot,
Ask ChatGPT — it gives the logic.
No leafing through the bookish towers,
Just Google, Gemini, and digital hours.
We hail the age of innovation,
Yet lose the art of conversation.
No more reading hearts and faces,
We learn from screens, not human traces.
Grandpa still holds the sweetest stories,
His mind a vault of golden memories.
But our world spins a different way —
Maybe each Gen has its own decay.
When told to quit the endless scroll,
To feel again, connect and console,
We say, “It’s like water — can’t survive without,”
Yet drown in silence while we shout.
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