I love a world which quick moves on,
With exciting innovation.
Lingering brief where its sun bright shone,
Avoiding slumber-stalled stagnation.

But sometimes with its brute bequest,
All is not quite as we'd hoped.
And with not the intended, but a guest,
We've inadvertently eloped.

Like with medicine there's a side effect,
We have to tolerate with such pills.
Which isn't what we might here expect,
And so must guard against its ills.

As for every good there's a counter bad,
Both blessings and bricks bestowed.
And it's how we balance this miracle and mad,
Along our generation's road.

Are the internet and our appendage phones,
God given gift or Satan sly?
Now that one so many owns,
With whose pitch do we comply?

I suppose they reflect our human kind,
Our attitude to life and others.
Amongst its users will the same each find,
As through our lives its wind rough wuthers.

Like an army strong, it can't be halted,
So we must accept its occupation.
Its progress cannot be revolted,
No chance of a repatriation.

We need to live with how things are,
Balance this with life's ideals.
Keep to the past a door ajar,
Be sure not all this from us steals.

And try not become but poor descendants,
Of a digital-less people.
But instead, be its true transcendents,
To this new faith, church and steeple.

Try maintain a sense of old and new,
And the benefits of both.
Not let our past selves slip from view,
And either compromise our growth.

And in our daily lives take care,
That change we cautiously invite.
So this utilitarian usurper,
Proves a benefit not a blight.