Everything Old Is New Again

Once again I must apologize for my lack of posts recently. Seems this is getting to be a habit. I wonder if WordPress gives an award for most times having writer’s block in a year. Generally, when I have this problem I resort to verse which I seem to cerebrate more easily than prose.

I have been reading from various sources about the possibility that a “Covid Card”, or proof of vaccination will someday be required for travel as well as some events and establishments. While the legality of this is still in the stages of heated discussion, it occurred to me that things will have pretty much come full circle. Or, put another way:

When I was young but of legal standing,

The bouncers at bars were quite demanding.

By looking at me they couldn’t gauge,

If I was telling the truth about my age.

It bothered me to show my card,

But it sure was better than being barred.

Though pretty soon they stopped inquiring,

As my youthful looks began expiring.

Now as aging goes, I did not love it,

But always tried to think nothing of it.

Until one day at a fast food store,

Both my chins nearly hit the floor.

I ordered one coffee, with sugar and cream,

While the clerk turned around and began to scream.

“One senior coffee please, to go,”

And dealt to me a real low blow.

I suddenly longed for the days of yore,

When they asked for proof right at the door.

They all know me now without ID.

‘Cause the wrinkles and lines are plain to see.

Now the Covid virus has changed the rules,

And vaccine shots are the latest tools.

So I’m no longer broken-hearted,

“Cause once again I’ll be getting carded!

Al Hood 2021