In the future, I will bask
On
golden sand, without a mask
And
if somebody dares to ask,
I’ll
say, “Connect the dots.”
I’ll
dine in restaurants so fine
And
sip the most expensive wine,
No
mask to block these lips of mine
My
napkin gently blots.
I’ll
visit lands beyond the sea
Where
monuments will welcome me
And
I’ll go on a shopping spree
At
all the tourist spots.
I’ll
scope out landscapes, desert-red;
Watch
sunset colors bloom and spread.
Such
wonders wait for me ahead
That
I can almost plotz.
This
future, though, is far away
For
Covid fears are here to stay
Despite
the fact I can display
The
proof of both my shots.
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