Talking to someone today, <br />we reminisced of years gone by. <br />We reflected on things <br />when we were young and didn’t have, <br />and how much fun we had. <br />We didn’t have TVs, CDs or DVDs, <br />computers or anything like that. <br />We had to twiddle a cat’s whisker to hear <br />the radio we might have built. <br />What we did have was an imagination, <br />creating games we could play. <br />We didn’t destroy everything in our wake, <br />but looked after everything we got. <br />Today our society it doesn’t matter, <br />things are so easily replace, <br />if you break something today <br />you can always replace it tomorrow, <br />and the wastage that goes around, <br />because nothing means much anymore. <br />Years ago, we used to treasure <br />everything that we got. <br />Today it means nothing, <br />as they have everything and want for naught. <br />Everything has lost its value. <br />Now just look around and make a list, <br />of what material thing in your life <br />that can never be replaced. <br />Then do another list of everything <br />that can be replaced. <br />The first list will contain next to nothing, <br />and the second will go on and on. <br />This should show you a picture of our society today. <br /> <br /> <br />6 September 2007<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/society-3/
