March 28, 2020
So many things are different now.
Can I adapt? Do I know how?
Us seniors are the hardest hit.
Can we adjust and change a bit?
I stay inside. I watch TV.
My life’s not like it used to be.
I don’t shake hands or give a hug,
Lest I transmit or catch a bug.
I wash my hands; I sing a song
That measures twenty seconds long.
My doctor visits now are live.
They stream to me, no need to drive.
I’ve done my part to show I care,
But there’s one change that’s been a bear.
Toilet paper’s scarce I’m told.
I used to wad, but now I fold.