Realm of Technology

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Realm of Technology
By Arley Steinhour 072316

I wake each morning with 'Praising Time,'
Compose a Prayer, with Loving Rhyme,
Before I hear my keyboard chatter,
God/Jesus and I, in Secret Patter.

I mull the day, and opportunity,
To address, my Love, for Community,
So many subjects upon my platter,
Seeking a Praise, ready for Chatter.

I ponder my life, and wondrous childhood,
How, I constantly marvel, 'Learning, is Food,'
From memories, from an Early Age,
Learning from playing, or from Elderly, Sage.

I look to the young, of this day of confusion,
Trying to cope, with Technological, Inclusion,
By Three, or Four, know more than an Adult,
Foregoing Play, as Elders seek Consult.

Few, if any, ever want, to climb a tree,
Or do something rowdy, and skin a knee,
Texting of friends, who are standing beside,
Rather than talk logically, so emotion can Hide.

'New Generations,' are now at the 'Helms,'
Ignoring our History, as 'Gain Overwhelms,'
They won't hear the Sage with a Warning,
Going faster and faster, Ignoring Forewarning.

To keep up with friends, in Realm of Technology,
They throw Family aside, without an Apology,
Aborting, next Generations, without want, nor need,
Not looking ahead, To whom they will need to Plead.

With no Tax-paying children, there's nothing to eat,
Truckloads of money, won't buy bread made of Wheat,
Prices so high, the Banks Fail, to Ultimate, Demise,'
Yachts, out of fuel, Repossessed, no one to 'Subsidize.'

Look around you, and see, all you've 'Left Behind,
The antithesis, of Rapture, to solution, you're Blind,
Repent of your Sin-Life, go back to Life as Family,
God might-yet, help you grow, in His Family Tree.

AMEN