Winds of Change

I lived once upon the earth and now I live again
But in a different time and zone and by God ! what a change!

Mountains, valleys, rivers gone and not a blade of grass.
Instead I see concrete jungles and towers made of glass.

The farmers hand was put to plough and the artisan his trade.
Now everyone has a degree and you will never find a maid.

An evening time was dinner with wife and children, a usual scene.
Now I click a button and my family pops up on a screen.

I worked from morning to evening and then I came home to rest.
Now I work in a lousy BPO with not a place to nest.

The air was fresh and pure and clean and nature a blissful sight.
Now everything looks  deathly dull and as if struck with blight.

People carried their wares to the market place to sell.
Now everybody moves around with a blackberry or cell.

Everything is done so fast and with the aim to cut the cost.
In the bargain I think we are only going to make a loss.

The stress is high and tempers fly.
Man is lonely,in his chair sits alone to cry.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Marcum Wong Avatar
September 12, 2012 at 5:47 AM
This poem is filled with the veracity of what we call progress, but is it really and are we happier in this fast paced world? Family suffers and so do the animals and plants, so who is winning? Your poem contains valuable lessons for us to ponder. Mahalo
Crasta Avatar
September 14, 2012 at 3:49 AM
Thanks Connie for your comment. Have a wonderful day ahead. Regards Venetia.
Crasta Avatar
September 14, 2012 at 3:48 AM
Thanks Connie for your comment. Have a wonderful day ahead!. Venetia
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