This is something that I wrote around a year back. Revisited it today when I had a brief discussion with someone much older than me.
He too had shared the same sentiment – when my generation was growing up. I am sure that the generation before him would have felt the same way, and the one before that…well, the cycle continues.
The only constant is change isn’t it? As cliched as it sounds, it is the truth. And we can only keep up if we keep up the pace and change ourselves too.
Here is to changes. It’s in the air – a change in season, a change in years, and a change in outlook (as soon as you want to).
See you tomorrow!
Oh how times change,
The new has become old, and the old has become new
tailors are now bespoke, and shaves done with single blades, not two
food is now fast, but slow cooking has it’s fans,
a lot of fuss made bout ceramic pots and pans
time and tide wait for your phone updates
every weekend has its sale and Friday rebates
oh how times change
life is comfortable, but friends are few
the search is always on, for something new
connections abound, but don’t ever meet
no closures now, just hit delete
attentions are less, and distraction is more
can’t wait at a signal, oh what a bore
the phone is your friend, and companion too
and confidant, keeper of secrets, you know who
oh how times change
kids on iPads, and parents networking
a little flirt here, there a little fling
prayer is for nerds, atheism is in
no place for virtue, and no concept of sin
for all is acceptable, and all is good
all politically correct, else easily misunderstood
oh how times change
gaming is an art, and reading long bygone
real and virtual, the lines now redrawn
land sells in the meta verse, where one builds a life
behind a curtain of anonymity, and through internal strife
where tokens are non-fungible, and “investors” are credulous,
where you choose a new name, inspired by Morpheus
And leave your identity behind, individuality n all
and speak in emojis, and laugh in lol.
oh how times change
oh, how times change…
Do I sound nostalgic, please excuse me if I do
but somewhere I know, that you feel the same way too
change is inevitable, and change is good
I always say – adapt to change, one should
but how much should we change, and by what degree?
beyond a point that we don’t recognize you or me?
As a species we evolve, we move ahead
but in which direction, sometimes I do dread
Maybe my apprehensions are misplaced, my fears unfound
but I do know, what goes round, comes around
are we too consumed, in an eagerness to make
that the very fabric of what makes us humans, we break…
As the night draws close, and my eyes start to close
I sit back and ponder, think and diagnose…
Oh how times change…oh how times change…