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Denatured
Instant gratification,
we cannot wait.
Our spendthrift ways,
are hard to sate.
Convenience we treasure,
at the cost of our health.
It slowly sneaks up on us,
with incredible stealth.
We must have the latest,
no matter the cost.
While the old's still serviceable,
the lesson is lost.
While form follows function,
style becomes the rage.
When style becomes senseless,
it still is declared, new age.
Wanton destruction,
is par for the course.
We must destroy the very best,
for better or worse.
For today's new attraction,
is tomorrow's trash.
Where to put the leftovers?
A question repeatedly asked.
Nature perfectly recycles,
everything in its due time.
We create unimaginable junk,
without reason or rhyme.
12/28/18
Copyright © 2018 Ronald W. Hull
You can read this poem at my website here.
Regis.
Love ya!
Jane
I am still using my 7-year-old iphone which has the function in taking pictures and videos, sending email, texting, messaging system and getting on the net and that is good enough for me already.
Sandie