The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings, but shorter tempers; wider freeways, but narrower view points; we spend more, but have less; we buy more, but enjoy it less.
We have bigger houses, 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 have multiplied our possessions, But reduced our values. We talk too much, Love too seldom, And hate too often; We’ve have learned how to make a living, but not a life; We’ve added years to life, But 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 neighbour. We’ve conquered outer space, but not inner space. We’ve cleaned up the air, But polluted the soul. We’ve split the atom, But not our prejudice.
We have higher incomes, But too lower morals. We’ve become long on quantity, But short on quality.
These are the times of tall men, And short character; Steep profits, and shallow relationships. These are the times of world peace, But domestic warfare; More leisure, But less fun. More kinds of food, But less nutrition. These are the days of two incomes, But more divorce; Of fancier houses, but broken homes.
It is time when there is much in the show window And nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this message to you, And a time when you can choose either to make a difference, Or just hit delete.