Grandpa Talks To A Grandson, April 2030 Poem by Cowboy Ron Williams

It's true, my boy, there was a day
when nobody wore masks.
We went bare-faced the whole day long
to do our daily tasks.

And fans could go to football games
and sit there in the stands
and eat hot dogs and lick the mustard
dripping off their hands.

We weren't afraid to give out hugs,
and gave them all the time.
Now we don't dare do such a thing;
it really is a crime.

I used to kiss your grandma, boy,
just every single day,
but now the law prohibits that;
I stay six feet away.

We ain't allowed to leave the house;
the guv'nor has decreed.
How we supposed to buy our food
and other things we need?

It's been nice seein' you, my boy,
in this here video.
perhaps some day we'll meet for real,
like folks could long ago.


Written 7 December 2020