My Poetry. Technology, Good or Bad?

What did we truly do before technology?
Life felt simpler, calmer, just yesterday.
Children played outside for endless hours,
Finding genuine joy in their own way.
Adults would gather every single night
Around the table to laugh and to share;
Televisions were a distant, faint dream,
While the happy kids played without a care.

Cards were smoothly shuffled in smoky rooms,
Laughter freely drifted through the air;
There was no chilling glow of screens or monitors,
Just quiet, open corners, willingly bare.
The simple art of writing honest letters
Has now vanished almost without a trace—
Once we spoke with true creativity,
Looking clearly at a human face to face.

Now it's only emails, endless, rushed texts,
Messages instantly sent in hurried haste;
No more paper, patient pens, or real ink—
Those valuable tools are utterly erased.
Children are glued to complex game consoles,
Their natural creativity put to a difficult test;
Their minds dulled, their fragile tempers rising,
Solitude becoming their only quest.

Laptops are now perched on tired, aching knees,
Nothing else seems to truly exist outside;
We are all imprisoned by technology's reign,
Typing endlessly, with nowhere left to hide.
There is no conversation—no "How was your day?"
Just silence and screens demanding attention,
While the humming electricity meters spin away,
Consuming power beyond comprehension.

What truly happened to all our families
Sharing fresh air, board games, and genuine delight?
Fast food and the overwhelming internet
Have turned our collective simple dreams into a night.
Yet a fierce hope still brightly lingers—
We can make the simple choice to find a better way,
To consciously switch off, to slow down our minds,
And intentionally try to bring back yesterday.

Technology does not need to brutally rule us,
It can serve our needs, not replace the vital grace,
The genuine laughter, the kindness, and the love
Shared from one human face to another.