Here’s one poem that rings so true in today’s society. Marvelous and thought-provoking.

Sources of this poem have different creators. Some say it’s from the 14^th Dalai Lama, George Carlin, Jeff Dickson, a student who witnessed a massacre, and an anonymous. Also, there are sources that strongly affirm the credit to Dr. Bob Moorehead. If you know the real creator, please correct me.

Read slowly and absorb every bit.

The paradox of our time in history is that
We have taller buildings, but shorter tempers

Wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints
We spend more, but we have less
We buy more, but enjoy it less

We have bigger houses, but smaller families
More conveniences, but less time
We have more degrees, but less sense
More knowledge, but less judgment

More experts, but more problems
More medicine, but less wellness

We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly,
Laugh too little, drive too fast, get angry too quickly,
Stay up too late, get up too tired,
Read too seldom, watch TV too much,
And pray too seldom

We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values
We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate 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
We plan more, but accomplish less
We’ve learned to rush, but not to wait

We have higher incomes, but lower morals
We have more food, but less appeasement

We build more computers to hold more information,
To produce more copies than ever,
But we communicate less and less

We’ve become long on quantity, but short on quality
These are the times of fast foods 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, but less fun
More kinds of food, but less nutrition

These are days of two incomes, but more divorce
Fancier houses, but broken homes

These are the days of quick trips,
Disposable diapers, cartridge living,
Throw-away morality, one-night stands, overweight bodies,
And pills that do everything from cheer, to prevent, quiet or kill

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

A time when technology has brought this letter to you,
And a time when you can choose either to make a difference,
Or to just hit delete…

Isn’t it strange we’ve come so far, yet unable to help the homeless and starving? Isn’t it strange we’ve reached great success, yet can’t even help preserve our planet? And isn’t it strange knowing all these things, yet still don’t do something?