1998 is what it said
On the Will and Grace screen at the end of my bed
Will was happy playing with his silly string
And Grace was happy doing her end of show screaming thing!
They both looked so blissful in their stringy mess
I wished I was there, I have to confess
There was contentment and peace radiating out
No place for fighting, no place for doubt
But 15 years on, that’s a pretty long time
There’s much that’s gone on, it’s like a dollar from a dime
Where are they now, I hope they still smile
And the 90 cents hasn’t filled them with bile
There’s a lot to be said for nostalgic TV
And a yearning for the way life used to be
But only the good bits like Will and Grace
And not all the conflicts and wars of disgrace
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
those episodes remind us of our times that are gone with them. this lovely poem evokes nostalgia.