I prefer to pluck Modernity's fresh flowers,
Rather than sanctify Tradition's solemn mould.
I like the neon lights of buzzing cityscapes
More than quaint, deserted villages drenched in green.
I'm transfixed by Technology's bright teleos,
It sure beats the decrepitude of yesteryear.
Yet most of all I adore the bold democratic vision,
That levels out all rigid hierarchies.
Modern is good - it signifies progress. But there are some old traditions that are worth saving - ideas that have stood the test of time. There are new threads upon the loom, and the young are now the weavers, shaping the world they are going to occupy for years to come. We must wish them the best of luck - it's not going to be easy. But when was it ever easy? I like your thought-stirring poem.
Thanks Laura...I agree with you. I was trying to put myself in the position of a younger person...personally I like a mix of the modern & traditional....hopefully the poem is food for thought!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poetry beautiful words.