Poems by Alora M. Knight

A little old lady, I do not mind being.
What I find I don't like are the changes I'm seeing.
My marbles are still rolling in the right direction.
I enjoy this old world, though it has imperfections.

I promise to stop driving if I start losing control,
But I still think that someone moved our telephone pole.
Now listen, my friends, you don't have to shout.
That won't help me know what you're talking about.

The words that you say have a new meaning now.
I admit that I find they confuse me, somehow.
Websites were something we swished with the broom.
We wouldn't have endured a mouse in the room.

You can take all your I-Pods and fancy cell phones.
Who wants to listen to all those ring tones?
A disc that was flopping would have created a fuss.
Mega-bytes and hard drives really sound ominous.

There's one thing I do know; I don't want to see
My world being reduced to a mere five-by-three.
I know that high-tech can do things that are fine.
Still, when getting touch, don't call me online.

We all come warmly from the womb,
Unprinted pages to be filled.
Brought forth upon the stage of life
On which our character starts to build.

Day by day and step by step,
We begin to fit into a mold,
Created by our way of life,
Accepting stories we've been told.

Every culture forms its shackles,
Binding those that live within.
Boundaries set by age-old rules
Is where prejudice will begin.

Few are those who will accept
The differences of all mankind.
The uniqueness making each one special
Is not the quest most seek to find.

It sometimes seems no one remembers
That God is the Father of us all.
We are equal in His sight,
From the mighty to the small.

The Golden Age will never come,
Nor will there be a lasting peace
Until love replaces hatred.
Then all differences will cease.