When I Was Young
When I was young
We hid under our desks
For fear of the atom bomb
Now I hide in my house
Afraid of disease.
When you were young
You practiced lockdowns at school
For fear of bullets flying.
Now the schools are closed
And very safe one would think.
When I was young
The only homeless people I saw
Were hobos riding the rails
And long haired hippies
Looking for crash pads and revolution
When you were young
Tent cities crowded the streets
Of every city you saw
So much misery and poverty
And no one seemed to care.
Now there is some concern
But only to contain the viral
Spread of the dread disease
When we both were young
We went to concerts and rallies
We gathered with friends
And only robbers wore masks
Except for the Lone Ranger I guess
But he was the exception.
There are no exceptions now.
What will your children say
If you have them
About when they were young?
Will there still be long days at home
Writing sidewalk messages to the world
Grandparents and teachers on video
Unable to give kisses or grades
I’d bake the kids some cookies
But I may be out of flour.
It is a blessing to be old.
I hope you are really old someday.
Your children too
If you have them.
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