My old days are here, I’ve seen this arrive
I now look on the youth, I look at them thrive
Though I feel disappointment, with what they call “tech”
It’s online what is founded, but a richness they lack
They all love their screens, what my kids call devises
But when they turn on the tele, this screen now their vices
This richness they lack, is not of their money
But in culture it is seen, with what now they call funny
My life has been interesting, I’ve traveled the world’s map
But what I’ve actually traveled, they look on their lap
There eyes are less bright, like how mine have now dimmed
But theirs isn’t from old age, its their lives that they’ve thinned
But as my hands start to shake, and my vision constantly fading
I look to the youth, a group maybe worth saving.