This poem is one that is very true of our day. It describes our times exactly.

The Paradox of Our Age

We have taller buildings, but shorter tempers;

widerfreeways, but narrower viewpoints;

we spend more, but have less;

we buy more, but enjoy it less.

We have bigger house and smaller families;

more conveniences, but less time;

we have more degrees, but less sense;

more knowledge, but less judgement;

more experts, but more problems;

more medicine, but less wellness.

We drink too much,

smoke too much,

spend too recklessly,

laugh too little(mel put a smile on your face)

drive too fast,

get too angry too quickly,

stay up too late,

get up too tired,

read too seldom,

watch TV too much,

and pray too seldom.(in any way, shape or form, i know what you are all thinking)

We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values.

We talk too much, love too seldom, and lie too often.

We've learned how to make a living, but not a life;

We've added years to life, not life to years.

We've been all the way to the moon and back,

but have trouble crossing the street to meet the new neighbor.

We've conquered outer space, but not inner space;

We've done larger things, but not better things;

We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul;

We've split the atom, but not our prejudice;

We write more, but learn less;

plan more, but accomplish less.

We've learned to rush, but not to wait;

we have higher incomes; but lower morals;

more food but less appeasement;

more acquaintances, but fewer friends;

more effor but less success.

We build more computers to hold more information,

to produce more copies than ever, but have less communication;

we've become long on quanity, but short on quality.

These are the times of fast food and slow digestion;

tall men, and short character;

steep profits, and shallow relationships.

These are the times of world peace, but domestic warfare;

more leisure and less fun;

more kinds of food, but less nutrition.

These are days of two incomes, but more divorce;

of fancier houses, but broken homes.

These are the days of quick trips,

disposable diapers,

thrownaway morality,

one-night stands,

overweight bodies,

and pills that do everything from cheer,

to quiet,

to kill.

It is a time when there is much in the show window and nothing in the stockroom.

My Lyrics

This is a poem I like, its by My Beautiful Baby Doll

By KaliSerebia Moonair

Why must we pretend;

to care, to love, to hate;

to be ourselves?

Acting is for T.V.,

not our lives.

Why do we live in the fear to

Show our true feelings?

We should have our true colors

on the outside,

as well as the inside.

When you meet new people,

Do you wonder if that is really 'them'?

I do.

I have put on faces,

can't they?

Of course,

I can be happy, sad, confused...

the list goes on.

People like me better as the Actress

I have learned to become.

I have only showed one person

the real me.

She doesn't know the actress,

but thats the point.

To be totally opposite.

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