“I remember, back in the day

If you wanted to travel,

Wanted to play,

You just up, and fly away.”

 

“Like Wilber and Orville,

On a fast bike?”

“No son, you can’t

Imagine the like,

Of taking a jet

Clear out of sight!”

 

He said with a wistful

Look in his eye,

An unshed tear,

But he couldn’t cry,

In front of his grandson,

Who didn’t know why.

 

But long, long ago,

Before TSA, before 9/11,

And viral decay…

 

Before common sense

All flew away.