Everything new seems to be wired 

Phones, T.V.’s, video games, and iPod’s

They glisten in the people’s eyes just like gods.

But these bright new things are soon to expire.

They all are great, but hide a true wonder:

The nature of the world that some hold dear.

Where kids can play and laugh and not have fear,

But new ideas, bury them down under.

We need to come back to the way things were

Before we lost the things we held so dear

So go outside, play, run, laugh, jump and stir.

And do it quick, before it is a smear

Your childhood can be lost in a great blur

But when the smog is thin, it becomes clear.

This poem is about how the world looks at electronics way too much. We focus on the new and shiny things when we were doing just fine with the things we had. Not only we give up the things we used to have, but our pasts and the things we grew up with are lost and are worth nothing to us like they used to.