Make peace with change; or else, it runs you over.
Progress rides on clouds of metallic odor.
Sparks, shavings, filaments, plastic & wires.
Grinding obstacles; unless we are drivers.
Drivers, clearers, or fuel; consumption’s growth pains.
Futures shake off the rust of our tearful rains.
No amount of fight, or whining, or outcry…
Can stop growth’s wheels, when determined to drive by.
So, max out fashionable technology…
Or be footnotes in old archaeology.
L.B.Stowe 