Avalanche Of New Ways Poem by DM W

Old clocks are broken.
Old ways are now discarded.
And a new era
Is forced upon us whether
We like it or not.
It is advertised to us
Daily in bold, bright
Signs. O we must join the ride
Or get left behind!
It tempts us at every turn.
Its Day- glow 'beauty'
Leaves me cold. And that is why
I will continue
To compose my poetry.
I'll highlight my work
With long forgotten symbols,
That brim with meaning,
In an age of distractions.
Indeed, I see it
As a personal challenge!