Is this Progress?

Technology’s labeled progression
for knowledge, it lets us explore.
Perhaps, name should change to regression,
for life was much better before.

We held no remotes in the hand.
No click of a button to make.
To change tv channel we’d stand.
Would force us, a few steps to take.

In head, sums would be calculated
and books were not buried in dust.
Imagination, was created.
for thinking was process to trust.

Existed no texting for sending
with others to show how we feel.
The words were then spoken, unending.
In past, conversations were real.

The memory of smile never faded.
A hug, would our troubles embrace.
No chance to be truth masqueraded
with mask of a photoshopped face.

Back then, children touched rays of sunlight.
Envisioned all planets unseen
while rolling in grass with delight,
when life was not lived on a screen.

What happens if progress keeps growing?
What will be the future we face?
AI will take over, all knowing.
Of mankind, no longer a trace.