Threads Of Tomorrow Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

A screen's soft glow, a whispered hum,
Automated age has truly come.
Invisible threads that bind us all,
A world of wonders at our thrall.

From pocket's depth, a universe springs,
Information's tide on digital wings.
A fleeting image, a viral sound,
Connections forge the globe around.

Algorithms weave, a tailored view,
Of what we want and what we do.
A constant stream of data's flow,
Where truth and fiction often grow.

The distant voices now so near,
A global chorus banishing fear.
But in this network, shadows reside,
Where privacy fades and secrets hide.

Machines that learn and reason deep,
While human touch begins to sleep.
A double-edged sword this modern might,
A beacon shining in the cyber night.

We navigate this complex maze,
With hopeful hearts and curious gaze.
For in this change, a future lies,
Where technology soars to reach the skies.

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