Be choosy about change

Old is gold
Let this be told  
for the 'good old days'
had some good old ways
 
So I'd rather not exchange
old lamps for new
lest I suffer like in Aladdin's tale
and loose everything of value
 
For if I lose my old lamps
I've no genie to restore my loss
So beware of modernist shams
Don't let change be your boss
 
The medieval days of extended families
when elders were respected
both for stories and homilies,
Passed on oral tradition
cultural preservation
 
You should know best what to preserve
Grant what's old the respect it deserves.
 
For some 'olds' are such pure golds
that like gold they never fade or catch moulds
Likewise some traditions are such real treasures
You can't leave them behind to the past generation
in return for superficial new pleasures
 
That would be soil, no rather soul erosion
pray keep some golden old mores
.......... from such corrosion!

 But change indeed for the better not worse
Good changes are a blessing not a curse