Sonetto del Cambiamento
I seek the simp'ler times of long ago,
when people still swung by to say 'hello'
and chatted 'til the moon began to glow
o'er cookies and an endless cup o' joe;
when correspondence reached a house by mail,
the tales of distant relatives regaled,
and roses still had time to be inhaled-
before advanced technology assailed.
For, now, the Wi-Fi's on in ev'ry room,
ensconcing in electrical coccoons,
and robot vacuums have replaced the broom,
while nature is so callously comsumed.
The good old days have swiftly disappeared,
and what lurks in the furure should be feared.