This Is The Age 2 Poem by DM W

This is the age when distant stars come into reach.
Yet we seem to be constantly drifting apart
From each other. There is no real communion.
Nobody really seems to listen anymore.
For we are so distracted by bright gadgets,
This is an age of instant 'communication' &
Instant disposability. This is the age where
Everyone is entitled to voice their opinion.
Yet freedom of expression does not seem
To be accompanied by a sense of responsibility.
There are many who spew out their thoughts
Like crude grafitti; they lack nuanced language.
This an age of abundant, accessible information.
This is the age of increasingly complex technology.
Yet this is an age lacking in profound wisdom.
This is the age where love is for sale in the
Postmodern marketplace. This is a cynical age,
This is the age of narcissism: where everyone
Eventually, will have their fifteen minutes of fame.
This is an age that lacks coherent frames of reference.